In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?

> "Rod, remember this: the prettier the woman, the better she is at lying."

"It's fine, Mom. That's exactly my type."

"???"

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After transmigrating into the Type-Moon universe, he became Beast VI — a Beast defined as the Revelation of the Power to Kill.

Rod once believed that as long as he avoided responsibility and indulged in wine and women, he could certainly escape the fate of the appearance of Human Evil.

But in the end, events spiraled far beyond his expectations.

One by one, the female heroic spirits around him were corrupted by him and turned into Alters...