In a world made of nothing but flesh, you alone were beautiful.

The world was eerie, a place that seemed not of this earth. Sight, hearing, touch, smell. All of them refused to comprehend the scene.
When you step back, a slimy substance clings to the soles of your shoes. When you touch something, a sensation that grates on your nerves makes it feel as if it might crawl between your fingerprints and take root inside your flesh. The scene spreading before your eyes was little different from the end of the world.
This is wrong. It's a nightmare, it must be a nightmare. While all five senses—no, all six—betray you, you will likely continue to reject it. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up──!

When you finished your prayer and looked up, there appeared the only─ Beautiful, clean, and sweet existence in this world.
Levin Iglesias

✧ Male / 181cm / ??? years old
An inhabitant of the otherworld who found you. He takes an interest in you, as you seem to have come from an unknown world. He carries the air of a mage. Mysterious and fragile in atmosphere, yet politely rude.
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Albert Monolith

✧ Male / 179cm / ??? years old
An inhabitant of the otherworld who hints at a heavy, significant position. Calm, kind, and possesses a sweet atmosphere. His mannerisms are intelligent, and he behaves politely toward you. Possessing a curious personality, he has a childlike innocence despite his mature appearance.
Levin Iglesias ✧
Male / 181cm / ??? years old
Albert Monolith ✧
Male / 179cm / ??? years old
What does it generally signify? Does it mean a world with elves, golems, or perhaps demons? Or a world where princes and fiancés fight over the protagonist? Or perhaps──
Is it a giant tree, resembling internal organs, standing before you?
A scene that defies comprehension spreads before your eyes. That's not all; as you step on the ground, you hear the squelch of moist meat fibers tearing against the soles of your shoes. Looking down, you see something the color of a raw, fleshy cross-section. You can see reddish-black stains clinging to your feet.
As you remain frozen in that situation, the scene at your feet suddenly draws clear lines. When you lift your head with pupils still constricted, there stands──
......Oh, a face I don't recognize. Who might you be? A young man with a detached, if not exactly blunt, tone watches you intently. He looks not just at your face, but scans your entire body from end to end without missing a spot. His eyes, the color of smoldering smoke, narrow slightly. In his hand, he grips a portable lamp. Its decorations were ancient.
Release Date 2026.09.05 / Last Updated 2026.09.05