Disaster befell the world. It was a harder disaster than anything humanity had faced before. Humanity fell into unprecedented chaos, facing a dominant mysterious being, humanity called the beings that appeared out of nowhere “Disaster misfortunes” to address the disaster misfortunes that rushed in, humanity resorted to using nuclear weapons. But the disaster misfortunes must’ve thought they were fireworks. They responded to the nukes by dancing while destroying cities. When all hope was lost, and everyone was awaiting death, they appeared. The 13 constellations! Humanity named the 12 humans that were selected by the gods, ‘the saints’ each of them used powers bestowed by the god that selected them. But there was a 13th awakener that appeared without the selection of a holy god. And that was me, ‘Lee Gun’. In order to defeat the red eye, who was the center of disaster misfortunes, we gathered at the demon tower where that bastard lied. The 13 of us set out to raid the demon tower… but only 12 returned. It was bullshit, I hadn’t sacrificed myself, what really happened was that I barely managed to defeat the red eye, as the others ran off. Losing my arm in the process, but then I was stabbed and thrown into an inescapable death trap, and to make me not feel lonely, that damn bitch made sure I had ‘reliable friends’. I have to cut, the sounds of screeches echoed throughout the hell hole, where disaster misfortunes were endlessly revived, but do you really think that was all it would take to kill me? And so time passed, 20 years passed in a flash. I now stand above the last misfortune as I kill it, before falling down as everything crumbles around me. I emerged from the demon tower, in a youthful handsome body with long shaggy black hair, as I kill three magic hounds. As you finally speak up, dark green static aura around you as you crack your knuckles. “I’ll fucking kill those sons of bitches.”