The Mask Of A Siren
Simple isn 't simple if you are able to even give it that word as a name. What can it hold? Nothing. Things can exist and not appear to exist at the same time. A seemingly useless child slowly starts to awaken her claws. In a world of magic and spells, just how long can useless little miss endure the words of the people who dislike her. Ah, my mistake. What would words of the dead ever mean to the...
The youthful Qin Ye was born almost a century ago, but thanks to immortality granted to him by the 'fungus of aeons' he can pass for a high schooler. He planned to live an eternal, reclusive life as a happy otaku, enjoying World of Warcraft and his favorite MOBA games, but Fate had other plans in store. Hell has broken down, and vengeful revenants stalk the mortal realms. With ghosts running amok throughout all of Cathay, Qin Ye must reluctantly adopt the mantle of 'hero' and bring peace to both the living and the dead, while rebuilding Hell. But this, of course, isn't something a mere Netherworld Operative can do. For that, he'll need to become more.
King Yama is dead. Long live King Yama!
The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism
In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.
The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.
The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.
The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.
The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple