Ali, who had lived for thousands of years, became a Ferryman to guide vengeful spirits to the afterlife in hopes of uncovering the mystery of her origins. These spirits harbored resentment, hatred, and lingering attachments. She worked diligently, her heart as steadfast as stone, yet the truth of her past remained elusive. Until one day... A group of mages, eyes brimming with tears, cried out to her: "Ancestor!"She chuckled lightly. "So, I am the founder of magic." The demons of Hell knelt at her feet, tears streaming down their faces: "Your Highness, you've finally returned!"She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so I’m the ruler of Hell as well." All the yokai prostrated themselves before her, wailing: "Demon King! Do you have any idea how miserable our lives have been without you? We've been living in utter poverty! Boohoo!"She blinked. "…Demon what now?" The gods of the heavens sneered coldly: "Silence! As long as our paradise stands, you will forever remain an outsider!" A smirk tugged at her lips. "Well, well… things are getting interesting."