“The God of Malice has his eye on you. He thinks you're interesting and wants you to be his messenger. So, what do you say?”
Bloodied from head to toe, his body covered in countless wounds, he heard a mocking voice in his mind. Yet now, it was like a strange ray of light piercing straight through his despair, filling him with inexplicable excitement.
In this glorious age of the future, humanity had explored the ocean depths and soared through the skies, but had also unwittingly pried open the forbidden box of the cosmos.
They discovered one mysterious otherworld after another, each teeming with countless enormous monsters beyond imagination.
Upon entering this forbidden land, humanity cast off its disguises and began a bloody campaign of plunder in the name of evolution and rebirth, seeking to forge its own mad legend. Lin Yu was one of them.
Betrayed by his companions time and again and driven to the brink by hideous beasts, with the shadow of death always at his heels, his gaze only grew more feverish.
Faced with the God of Malice's invitation in his mind, he licked his cracked, bleeding lips. His voice was hoarse, yet full of resolve.
“Fine. I'm in!”
