Mortal Code

The night is like ink, covering this mass grave. The moonlight shines through the sparse clouds and dapples the grass everywhere, as if it has cast a cold veil over this land of death. The surroundings were so quiet that only the occasional shrill calls of night cats in the distance and the subtle chirping of unknown insects in the nearby grass could be heard. These sounds echoed in the empty mass graves, making them even more eerie and terrifying. The air was filled with an indescribable smell of decay, the smell of corpses slowly rotting in the soil, mixed with the fishy smell of weeds and soil, which was nauseating. The ground under your feet was soft, as if you were stepping on the souls of countless survivors, and every step seemed heavy and depressing. The surrounding tombstones are uneven, some have weathered to the point where only half of them are left, while others still retain vague inscriptions. These tombstones are looming in the night, like a group of silent ghosts, peering at everyone who passes by in the darkness. I was reborn and became a judge by chance. Stop being evil, I'm watching you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.