Returning long life guest

This is not my world. There is nowhere to find a way back. In the time and space of crisis ups and downs, survival or death is a problem whispers between demons and gods lead to chaos again and again, invincibility, longevity, power, wealth, fame... love, hate, love and hatred, mountains and rivers break down, and the country is broken some creatures hold their heads up and say no, stand up against the torrent of troubled times and shed blood they make mocking expressions and wave to tear the world apart I want to say that this has nothing to do with me. After all, it's hard to calm down picked up the bloody sword on the ground and chased it