Izekiel

The Tower of Sins... A majestic Tower that appeared in the world just as the world had lost all hopes. 



Humanity was near extinction in the apocalypse brought forth by the appearance of Monsters in the once peaceful world. Their last hope... The mystical tower that had appeared out of nowhere became the shelter of humanity. 



The humans that took shelter in the tower were many; amongst them were a few that were selected by the Tower itself. These Humans were known as the Lord of Sins, who received abilities from the tower itself.




As for what abilities, no one knew... All people knew was that the abilities they received were related to the biggest sin they committed in life. They were all given one task... Climb the tower and reach the top to receive incredible strength and freedom. 



Only Lord of Sins and the people they selected were authorized to climb and go up, facing hardships. They were the gods of the Tower! The rest... They were left behind on Floor Zero. Amongst the humans left behind was Azekiel... A human who had never committed even a single sin in his life. Until...




A single sin can change a person's life. What happens when a good man commits a sin worthy of making him a Lord of Sin? 



The legend of Sins is about to unfold that can threaten reality itself, bringing forth many unimaginable secrets of the world!

Monarch of Gluttony: System of Sin

"What?" Lia asked, noticing Azekiel gazing at her weirdly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"


"Nothing." Azekiel didn't answer her instantly. He stepped out of the blood pond and placed the book on the ground before wiping his feet. He got dressed before picking up the Book once again. 


He opened the Golden Book in his hands and started going through it. 


Azekiel kept going through the book, but for some reason, the entire book was empty. There was only one page in the book that had anything. It was the page at the end of the book which seemed to have something akin to a nap. On the end cover, some numbers were written, which made no sense for now. 


None of them had any idea what this map could be. It could be anything, and it could be nothing. Without more context, this map and these numbers meant nothing. 


Azekiel rubbed the back of his head, gazing at Raphael. "Any ideas?"


Raphael shook his head. "This book seems to be useless."


47: Master