Yun Gui transmigrated to another world, only to have his head chopped off the moment he arrived, leaving him a lonely wandering ghost.
Being a ghost was pretty nice, since he could do whatever he wanted, free and unrestrained. Who knew that ghosts were at the very bottom of the food chain in this world, unable to beat even ordinary people?
He wanted to find someone powerful to take him under their wing and protect him, but Emperor Fengdu and the Ten Kings of Hell had all vanished together, leaving the underworld in chaos.
He wanted to find somewhere to hide and quietly grow stronger, but demons and monsters ran rampant across the human world. There wasn't a single safe haven anywhere.
If the whole world is against me, don't blame me for turning it upside down and showing you what it means to be a successor to socialism.
Who am I?
Yun Gui. Yun as in gathering clouds, Gui as in the world returning to unity.
