When he woke up, Zhao Guangli's ordinary world changed. After the historical fault, the human alliance was under increasing violent attacks from demons. Gunfire, energy and stone monsters flew together, knights armed near gods filled the world, and two stars shone on the famous professional system. The banshee in the lake in Anding District, the dark puppet, the death knives, and the ghosts in the oil painting cried in the curtain... The holy tree of disasters was fired all over the sky, the slaughterhouse dismembered everything, the nightmare city devoured the dream, the rebellious soldiers of the kingdom ate the last line of defense of mankind... The dark sect was rampant inside, and pain danced with the prosperity of the nobles. On a certain day, Zhao Guangli embarked on the road to becoming a hunter. Everyone said that the world was in chaos, but I insisted on turning the tide.