"Dear grandson, I've gotten into trouble down in the Underworld. Hurry up and burn me some weapons."
Lin Tian never expected his grandfather's first dream visitation to be about asking him to burn weapons, not giving him lottery numbers.
Although Lin Tian thought it was just a strange dream, he still burned a paper Gatling gun for his late grandfather.
Lin Deming: With a divine weapon in hand, the world is mine.
Do kings, nobles, generals, and ministers have some special birthright?
If Yama can sit on the throne of the Underworld, why can't I?
Where there is oppression, there is resistance.
Damn it all, let's rebel!
"Dear grandson, that AK-47 and Type 95 are really handy. Burn me a few thousand more."
"Dear grandson, I hear the J-10C is all the rage lately. Grandpa doesn't have many J-20s either, so burn me a few hundred J-10Cs."
"Dear grandson, Grandpa's about to launch the final assault. The more weapons, the better. Hurry, hurry, hurry..."
Lin Tian thought he'd only been having some strange dreams, until one day he was dragged into the City God Temple.
"Lin Tian, you're charged with arms trafficking, smuggling, rebellion..."
"Rat-a-tat-tat..."
"Who dares pass judgment on my grandson, Lin Deming?"
"Dear grandson, the Underworld belongs to Grandpa now. I'm its king."
"I'll be waiting for you to come down and inherit the throne."
