I came to this world carrying destiny.
The pitch-black soul foretold my fate. As a member of the Dark Clan, the body I reincarnated into is so fragile and ordinary, with no ability to exert my past life's power and knowledge.
But now, I have regained my strength.
That is the true power belonging to me, revered as the "Black Beast."
In this imaginary world, my power has awakened...
The Dark Clan is the messenger of death, the guide of souls. Because of this, I am responsible for guiding those lost souls back to their place of rest.
This is my destiny...
"Hehehehehe..."
"...Black Cat?"
Looking at the Black Cat in front of him, dressed in a pitch-black gothic lolita outfit, exuding a sinister laugh, Fang Zheng wiped a cold sweat from his brow. Hearing Fang Zheng's voice, Black Cat snapped out of her delusions, looked at Fang Zheng, and courteously bowed to him, lifting her skirt with both hands.
"You have arrived, my King."
"Ah... uhm..."
