The Plagiarist

This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

Sparrow Translations

Atlas Studios

Carefree Path of Dreams

A steam locomotive emitted thick and black mist as its massive machinery rotated, bursting forth with a powerful force to move the train forward.

This steam train was different from usual, looking like a steel python monster. Besides having its carriage full of soldiers with loaded rifles and elites of the Investigation Agency, there were a number of railroad cars with enormous cannons on top.

It looked like a machine specialized in war.

In the frontmost car, Director Barton and a few generals sat together, all with stern expressions.

"Who would have thought something like that could happen? An onslaught of tsunamis? Arkham, the country of trade, is gone just like that. And you said that it was merely because of the awakening of an Ancient… and that it's helping us?"

Seal