The apocalypse arrived, and the zombie crisis erupted.
As people fled in panic, Qin Chuan, a dangerous prisoner designated No. 119, escaped from an unguarded interstellar prison by sheer luck.
He snapped a zombie's neck, then happily climbed aboard his aircraft, ready to head home and take it easy. But his luck ran out: with a tremendous roar, the aircraft...
Exploded.
Amid the rumble of the blast, a clear electronic voice sounded in Qin Chuan's mind: “The Unlucky Guy System has been bound to you. Welcome to another world.”
Qin Chuan was puzzled. Qin Chuan was confused. Qin Chuan wanted to refuse.
System: “Complete missions to earn generous rewards in gold.”
Qin Chuan: “Deal!”
And so Qin Chuan embarked on his “heartwarming” journey in another world.
But when he finally arrived, he discovered that reality could not have been more different from the description.
Elves with gaping maws and razor-sharp fangs circled overhead, letting out spine-chilling screeches. Headless giants trudged along, each heavy footstep shaking the earth. And the wicked, cunning dwarves lurked in shadowy corners, watching everything with greedy eyes.
The other people summoned by the System were so terrified by the horrifying sights that their faces turned deathly pale and they burst into tears. Some went weak in the knees and collapsed, wetting themselves; others simply blacked out and fainted.
Only Qin Chuan remained expressionless as he snapped their necks one by one, occasionally flashing an innocent smile. “Yikes, they look so scary.”
System: ... (The Host doesn't seem quite normal. I'm scared.)
