Transmigrate into a High Martial Book: Life and Death Are Fate, So If I’m Not Happy, I Fight

[Power Fantasy] [Instances] [Humans = Monsters] [No Female Lead] [A Conscience Is Optional]

Zhou Yu: “You brainless novel writer. Your protagonist is reborn three years before the invasion of the myriad races and awakens the First Sequence, the Red Moon. He gets the most ridiculously lucky start imaginable, and you still manage to make a complete mess of it.”

“In the end, the human race is wiped out, and he escapes to the upper realm to eke out a miserable existence, calling it ‘laying low and growing stronger.’”

“What kind of garbage plot is this? It’s so frustrating!”

“If it were me...”

“Huh?”

“Where am I?”

“Holy crap!”

“I was just running my mouth. Why did you really send me here...?”

“Still, this works out.”

“Heh heh heh!”

“Shurima, your emperor has returned!”

A student at a martial arts school:

What on earth has happened to this world?

Life was going just fine. The world was at peace, with no disasters or illnesses.

Even if another country bullied us, we could always pay them off or cede a bit of land.

After all, Qing had plenty of land and people. If things held on for another hundred years, I’d be fine until I died of old age.

Then a red moon rose in the sky, and the entrances to thirteen secret-realm instances appeared in densely populated cities.

If their danger levels aren’t brought down to a safe threshold within seven days, millions of evil spirits, vengeful ghosts, zombies, werewolves, vampires, undead, and mechanical beings will emerge from the instance entrances and invade the human world.

And each wave of monsters is stronger than the last.

I’m about to lose it. I’m terrified I’ll die in my sleep.

Mom, I want to sleep. I want to rest...