“Madam, there is a devil inside me, tormenting me day and night. If you pity me, help me lock it in hell, so that my soul can spend a moment in heaven—this would be a great act of kindness.”

　　In the confessional, the priest of the Lord of Light spoke thus, his face full of holiness.

　　“If only I had that ability... Hey, priest, why are you lifting my skirt?!”

　　“I’m looking for hell.”

　　...

　　A young man happened to overhear such a conversation, and from then on, he was swept into a vortex of interests and desires.

　　Step by step, he advanced, defeating countless opponents, and finally stood at the very peak.