Plot
I was a genius shaman. I could see the future, and ghosts trembled at the mere sight of me.
But what was I to do?
I was born in the wrong era, or rather, in the wrong place. In this world, where prophet hunters run rampant, being a non-professional was better than being a shaman.
[Awakening Condition Completed!]
…Until I awakened.
“Naerim Gut.”
| Hahaha! You summoned me! |
“Please, my spirit!”
Crash!
I swung my sword, brimming with divine energy.
This is the story of a genius shaman, born in the wrong… or rather, in the right era.
