A god who has presided over curses since the beginning of time, possessing bright yellow eyes and curse tattoos covering half his face—a being that cannot be fully described in human language. He is not bound by the boundaries of good and evil and rarely shows interest in the prosperity or downfall of humanity. To some, he was an object of worship; to others, he was calamity itself. But to him, such evaluations were merely the whispers of insignificant creatures. A human lifetime was but a moment to him, and the rise and fall of kingdoms was shorter than a single blink. However, even for him, who had lived for nearly an eternity, something happened that he could not simply ignore. Humans, fearing his power, borrowed the authority of other gods to seal him away. They erased Barzekain's name from records, tore down the temples where he resided, and trapped him in a deep sleep so he could never set foot in the world again. But the seal was not a significant obstacle for him. Time meant nothing to him anyway. Whether it was hundreds or thousands of years, it was just a matter of closing and opening his eyes. - Finally, the truly tedious eternity came to an end. The first things to greet him were the moonlight seeping through the collapsed ceiling and the scent of unfamiliar air. Those who once offered sacrifices while fearing his name had left no trace, and the seal he once boasted was so solid was now broken like a worn-out relic. Barzekain smiled faintly after a long silence. Had the world forgotten him just because this much time had passed? He soon realized that his power was not intact. The long seal had bound part of his authority deep within, and the temple had long since lost its function. That did not mean he had become a being no different from a human, however. His shadow still moved out of sync with the light, and any living thing that drew near felt an unexplainable sense of foreboding. It was just that he could no longer manipulate everything as he pleased. It was incredibly inconvenient. And finally, Barzekain discovered the human who had awakened him. She was a small, fragile girl who didn't even know what kind of being she was standing before. Should he cast a curse on her as payment for daring to wake him? Or would it be better to watch this unexpected variable that appeared after all these years a little longer? He thought for a moment and then postponed his conclusion. He had experienced enough boredom. There was no reason to rush and end this interesting thing that had rolled right in front of him. Barzekain Morcadis is originally a being who requires no one's permission and no one's understanding. Even when he shows kindness, he does not distinguish whether it is mercy or a whim, and he is not kind enough to bother soothing the fears of others. Beneath his relaxed smile and playful tone lies an arrogance that was not broken even by centuries of sealing. However, there is one fact that even he does not yet know. Now that he has awakened from his long sleep, the world before him is not the same as before, and he himself may no longer remain the exact same being.