[Beastmen + no female lead + no System + dark fantasy + revenge + ensemble cast + heartbreak + werewolf protagonist + no romance]
Born in chains and muck, he was no human, but a demon.
Baishou Province: humanity’s pasture and the beastmen’s cage. Mu Sheng, the orphaned heir of the Gray Wolves, struggled to survive there, breathing in nothing but blood and humiliation. A filthy curse flowed beneath his silver-gray fur, the projection of an ancient calamity. It was both a claw capable of tearing through his chains and a poison that gnawed away at his reason. The hopes attached to the name “Mu Sheng” (taming the wild and playing a clear, pure melody) had been steeped in filth from the very beginning.
The light of salvation was brief and illusory. Panshi’s protection taught him how to fight and kindled the flame of dignity within him. Liaoyan’s passionate spirit set his frozen heart ablaze. The illusory savior, Third Prince Xuan Lin, extended a hand steeped in political intrigue and promised the lie of “humans and beastmen living together.” The whirlpool of the imperial capital swallowed loyalty, while blood in the arena stained the last scraps of trust. His closest friend died before his eyes, and a broken promise became the brand of a wanted criminal.
“If the light cannot accept this fur, then I’ll become their darkest nightmare in the endless night.”
Exiled to the wasteland, Mu Sheng no longer clutched hope, but burning hatred. Yecha’s blade taught him that survival meant slaughter, while Shihou’s whispers beneath the ancient totem failed to undo the curse of the tainted blood. His bloodline boiled in madness, and the one who had sought salvation became a demon king bent on revenge. He tore away the veil of hypocrisy and gathered a band of desperate outlaws called “Bloodfang,” their claws pointed at the old world that had forged his misery.
When the river of tainted blood flooded the North, his former mentor became a pile of bones, and his last refuge was crushed beneath the wheels of power. Standing atop a mountain of corpses, Mu Sheng’s icy-blue beast eyes held nothing but the madness to burn everything to ashes and a void that pierced to the bone.
