Luo Moxi woke up as the new lord of the City of Time.
This city was a brutal instance in an infinite-game System, and he was its final boss.
Players swarmed in with all kinds of abilities, fighting for time to stay alive.
Every day, residents had to hand over ten years of their lifespan, or turn to dry bones on the spot.
Luo Moxi's mission was to kill every player.
With no abilities of his own, he gained a new one every time he cleared an instance.
“Stealing time?” Luo Moxi ran his fingers over a bronze hourglass, a cold smile tugging at his lips.
“Trade the lives of an entire city for my clear? That's a bargain.”
When an S-rank player tore through space and arrived, time itself trembled throughout the city.
But Luo Moxi only smiled. “Welcome to... my slaughterhouse.”
It's beautiful, the descriptions are quite delicate, the protagonist is decisive in killing, and it's not like the Virgin at all. But each chapter is too few and ends too quickly. What do you do with each copy? Let's write 20 of them. It's too short.