Don't Cry, Immortal Maiden, Look, It Grows Back Even After You Cut It Off

[No System] [Cthulhu] [A Feast of Flesh] When the moonlight no longer shines on the mortal world, red mist spills from the scars in the sky. When Shang Yi opens his eyes, all he sees is a swaying, rouge-colored blur.

He should have been grateful for this body: a Grade-A warrior and a captain in the Qingyuan City Ting Clan.

But now he lies naked on a stone bed, with a limp cucumber, as the main course at a human banquet. The calamity demons filling the cave are all guests.

... ...

Years later, the Confucian Sage kneels before the abyss of the lunar eclipse, weeping tears of blood. “You are the true calamity!”

Shang Yi strides across the shattered road to the heavens, his feet soaked in the blood of his comrades. The beauties of his past have become fireflies among a forest of steles, while his nemesis’s bones bloom with Ruomu flowers in the wilderness.

He tilts his head back, drains the last jug of strong liquor, and smiles at the cracks in the sky. “Fairy, don’t cry. Look, it grows back after you cut it off.”