On the night when spiritual energy resurgence broke out across the world, and the myths of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" descended collectively, the moonlight turned blood red.
As an ordinary person in my previous life, I only lasted three months before dying at the mouth of a mythical creature.
When I woke up after rebirth, the system prompted me that my attributes were all 3 points, which was pitifully low - but just below the lowest level Myth Devouring standard line.
"The attributes are too low, and it's not even enough to fill the gap between your teeth."
"Trash? It just so happens that trash is my strongest trump card."
Under the moonlight, I looked at the indescribable huge shadow outside the window and drooled.
"This time it's my turn to hunt."
