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

Even though the physician had told him not to place stress on his shoulders, he couldn't do that. His life was on the line now. 


"Nice Sword." Unfortunately, before he could even pick up the Sword, Azekiel picked it up.


"You see, I'm more of a hammer guy, but I don't mind a Sword. Especially when it's sharp."


The General screamed at the top of his lungs. Azekiel hadn't even finished his sentence before stabbing the sword at the exact same spot where his wound was previously. 


The sword passed through the shoulder, slicing everything that stood in its path. 


"Nice sharpness. I wonder if it can do the same with your throat." Azekiel placed the tip of the Sword on the throat of the man. The sword was so sharp that just a touch and a droplet of blood came out. 


The General gulped down heavily. "What do you want? I will do whatever you want!"


115: I prefer hammers