Becoming a Blade, I Forge the Other Shore in the Apocalypse

The leaves of the red spider lily fall as its flowers bloom; the flowers fall as its leaves sprout. They will never meet.

It bears the name of the Far Shore. Perhaps it was born to be a bad omen.

The red spider lilies bloomed, and Blue Star was shrouded in a scarlet nightmare.

"Wear yourself away and tear your enemies apart: that is what it means to be a weapon."

Shen Chen smiled, a cold and carefree smile.

"I am the Far Shore!"

"At the end of the wicked lies the Far Shore of the wicked!"

On that distant Far Shore, countless red spider lilies were in bloom.

"Though I cannot claim this beautiful sight for myself..."

"I can... invite you all to admire it with me!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.