[Ruthless Protagonist + Clever Wish Fulfillment + Hilarious Schemer + Slow-Burning, Mostly Serious Story]
Feng Xu is pondering a question: Why, whenever he enters a game scenario, does he seem more like the final boss than the villains do?
When survivors of flesh and blood see his mutant zombie army, they would rather hide in a gutter than embrace glorious evolution;
The numb masses raise black umbrellas, not to shield themselves from the pervasive horrors, but to distance themselves from him;
Cultivators would sooner rack their brains to join the ranks of demonic cultivators than ally themselves with him, the beacon of the righteous path…
After going through countless scenarios, Feng Xu finally understands one thing:
The one to blame for his increasingly bizarre style is that damn cowardly narrator!
