Spirit Debt
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  • Time 4h 21m
Complete, First published Feb 13, 2022
Mature
Long ago, a child, born from a human father and Spirit mother, came into existence.

But as quickly as he was born, the child was killed by another spirit.

As punishment, the "Spirit Butcher" was to follow the reincarnated soul of the slain infant, protecting them from all harm.



Thousands of years later...


Spirits, supernatural creatures with immense power who were once considered gods, are now no different from any other living creature as humanity has learned to battle and use the Spirit's own power.

Despite being on opposite sides, the Spirits and Humans found a similar interest in one young man, who cannot be harmed, for anything that dares to try, is slaughtered by the Bucher Of Spirits.





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