Dungeon Maker Novel

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this.“The Devil’s blood runs in our family.”That was the truth. Sadly my father was the owner of a takeaway chicken shop with the talent of turning his eyes blue, and I was the son of the takeaway shop who just happened to be slightly stronger than others.But five years later.They came for me.