People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

In North America, ghost stories abound. The malevolent Alessa torments living beings, Freddy enters dreams to reap, Jason wields a machete by a lake, demons don the guise of nuns, Annabelle manipulates hearts with curses… Here, survival is the only luxury for ordinary people. But Suren, Dante's nephew and a legendary demon hunter, never considered these so-called ghost stories a threat. "This shot is called Silver Baptism." A silver bullet shattered the demon nun's head. "This strike is called Dimensional Slash." A flash of light, and Freddy's dream was ripped apart. Suren, stepping on Jason's head, arrogantly loaded a bullet: "Is that all?"… Until that day, the taboo of the cabin in the woods was broken, the ancient god emerged from its cocoon, and a shadow that blotted out the sky enveloped the entire city. Suren's bullet could only leave a white mark; the Dimensional Slash, supposedly capable of severing everything, merely scraped the surface of his opponent. Faced with this despair, everyone thought Suren was doomed, but he only sighed and pulled a communicator from his pocket: "Uncle, if you don't come soon, I'll tell Lady that you've been using her card again." At that moment, the sky was forcibly torn apart by a crimson greatsword, and a white-haired man in red stood on the void, his expression irritated: "Tsk, you're becoming less and less lovable, actually threatening your elders for a little demon."