Running A Cemetery in North America - Chapter 450 - 321: Xi and Yi

One day, a silver-haired goddess appeared before him.“Heaven-Defying Star. The one who goes against fate. The sole savior of a world doomed to end—”What the hell is this woman even talking about?“You must be the Regressor.”“… What?”No, I’m not.

Imagine a life where you have a home, a loving family, and loyal friends; where the days flow smoothly and brightly. This was the existence of twenty-two-year-old William Farrow from Pennsylvania. He was studying at university, dreaming of earning his diploma, finding a job that would provide a decent income, and continuing to live a simple, peaceful life.But then, one day, everything changed. Whether it was fate or a series of quiet coincidences—who can say? A trivial delay became the first domino in a chain reaction that thrust William into a world of mysteries, a string of murders, and dark supernatural phenomena. Since then, he has felt like a pawn in someone else's game, caught in a struggle against forces so powerful that he still struggles to find the words to describe them.And it gets even more intriguing. He discovered that the world is not as it seems. Do you believe in Bigfoot? William would have laughed too… until he encountered one in real life. Vampires? Ghosts? Demons? Name the creature—and William would simply shrug: “Yesterday, that thing tried to eat my neighbor.” As if that weren't enough, a heavier surprise awaited him: it seems he is not entirely human. Something foreign stirs beneath his skin, awakening in the dark, and the world responds to it with an unfamiliar echo.Now, all that remains is to learn the new rules and figure out how to navigate the world he has unexpectedly become a part of.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…

Beneath the peaceful façade of the modern world, an undercurrent of shocking crimes roils in the underbelly of society.