At the moment he fell to his death from a high-rise, Jiang Chen remembered only the hand behind him, marked with a scorpion tattoo.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a giant bronze coffin piled with countless corpses. His fingertips sliced through rock like rotten mud. Bullets struck his pale chest and flattened into scrap metal; a tomb robber's cleaver hit his arm and sent sparks flying.
“What... have I become?”
The instant his fangs pierced his enemy's artery, scalding blood awakened the true name deep in his soul:
**Jiang Chen!**
Once an insignificant ant, now the progenitor of the undead.
He emerged from his thousand-year-old tomb, leaving behind a shattered bronze ghost mirror. Eerie green light gleamed in its cracks like a venomous snake's eyes.
The neon lights of the modern city glittered in the distance. There were the “brothers” who had pushed him off the building, the “Blood Covenant” coveting his essence, and... a whole city of prey waiting to be slaughtered.
“Those who owe me their lives will pay.”
His pale fingers slid across his phone screen, the cracks reflecting his dark golden pupils.
That night, every surveillance camera in Linjiang City's western suburbs went dead. They captured only a shadow tearing through the darkness and a street strewn with drained corpses.
And inside the Huanyu Group skyscraper, at the city's highest point, a wrist wearing a Rolex suddenly trembled. The scorpion tattoo glowed faintly under the red alarm lights.
**He was back,**
bringing dominion over a mountain of corpses and the prelude to an eternal night.
