Idol Revive: If I Don't Debut, I'll Disappear - Chapter 8: Project Idol:Revive

At dawn.The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...A lantern bearer strolled forward.

A world from another dimension suddenly appeared in the Milky Way galaxy and collided with the earth. A spatial collapse occurred, which allowed the monsters crossing over from the other side to invade various countries, and the earth fell into great calamity.

The military was powerless against the invasion because modern weapons didn't work against monsters from another world. Under the desperate situation, a god-like figure appeared and bestowed blessings upon the humans to awaken their power. From then on, the earth regained its hope, and these extraordinary people were called Realizers.

Tenku Okuihara is a five-year-old boy who dreams of becoming a Realizer to protect the world and his family. But an incident changed his life goal from a hero to a grim reaper.

It started off peculiarly; first, his domestic cat refused to let him cuddle it.Lin Qiushi soon found that a sense of disharmony and incongruity began to pervade everything around him.Then, one odd day, he pushed open a door, and he discovered that the hallway he was familiar with turned into a boundless corridor.At both ends of this corridor were twelve, identical iron gates.he pushed one of the doorsThus, the story begins.Disclaimer: The content presented here is not authored by me. I kindly request that you extend your support to the original author by visiting jjwxc.net.Original Author Name: Xī Zǐxù / 西子绪

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.