After Death: I Became a Faceless Calamity

I was framed, had my organs stolen, and after I died, I became a faceless calamity, free to exact vengeance. A great upheaval began quietly, and the world was reborn and reshaped. Only later did I discover that this world was full of despair. There was never peace here, only endless despair and destruction. There was no hope or future to speak of, because despair was the very nature of this world. After the world went mad, life became perilous for humanity. A small number of people gained transcendent powers through meditation. Those humans, who were practically gods, set themselves up as Heavenly Emperors and ruled over all things, hypocrites to the core. Darkness, the uncanny, blood and bone: all living beings fought one another. People like you were born slaves, and no matter how far you advanced, you could never reach your goal, even after a lifetime of struggle. In the dark and uncanny times, I once fought my way along the paths they had taken. The road was bleak, but I still put down the powerful enemies there, leaving hope for those who came after. Years slipped by. Lost souls wandered among floating corpses, seas of blood and bone. We failed, and the comrades who fought by my side have long since passed away. I was the first Emperor of the human race, the first to cleave heaven and earth. They also called me the Human Emperor. I was the hope of humanity, a hero who protected our race.

Heaven and earth are impartial, treating all things like straw dogs. This world has never needed your so-called heroes. I only need to survive to attain immortality. So what if I bear the infamy of ten thousand ages? What use is all this great compassion and righteousness? Do immortals really exist in this world? Where are they? How does one become immortal? I want to live. I still want to see her again. Those who sought immortality or invincibility have long been buried by time, becoming food for my race. Those who came against us have never seen my race’s true form.