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Quite some time had passed. An oldman who lived most of his life was writing a journal. He was sitting in a fancy room that was filled with nothing but a cabin and a set of couches. One of the four walls of the room was transparent. The entire view of the beach and sea filled the empty wall. The oldman continued writing.

| I don't know where to start. It all had begun with me losing my family to some random criminals, then me searching for those criminals, wiping out a whole organization and forcefully walking down the same path as those criminals.

Inorder to keep the evil god cult and the afterlife visionaries in check, I forced myself to create and lead a criminal organization of my own. After so much struggle, I succeeded in creating Underdawn, henceforth providing shelters to countless evildoers. I also succeeded in keeping two of the most notorious groups in check.