He woke up as someone else's shadow.
Lin Liang awoke in an unfamiliar world with no memories and only one thought: to go home.
The only person by his side was a man named Gao Zhi, whose attitude toward him was strange. He protected Lin Liang, yet looked through him, staring fixedly at the shadow of another dead man.
This was a world torn apart by “dungeons.”
Monsters roamed the streets, and the fate of nations was bound to dungeon-clear rewards. While everyone else struggled to survive inside, Lin Liang discovered that he was an anomaly: his combat instincts were outrageously strong, as if he had been born to tear these monsters apart.
Then he discovered the truth.
He wasn't a hero who had been summoned. He was merely a substitute, dragged here by an unbearable longing.
To hell with being gentle, kind, courteous, and yielding! To hell with being a hero's stand-in!
If everyone already called him a lunatic, then he'd show them just how crazy he could be!
If this world wouldn't give him a way forward, he'd carve out a path to survive with his fists and his madness!
But a far greater conspiracy was only just coming to light.
Why was the dungeon energy so unusually “fond” of him?
Why did the “cleaners” hunting him show “reverence” toward the mysterious fragment in his hand?
Was his arrival an accident, or a fatal BUG in the operation of some vast “System”?
“Gao Zhi, look closely.”
Standing atop the ruins, he wore a blood-smeared, delirious grin.
“The Lin Liang you wanted will die for you.”
“But I’ll drag every bastard who wants me dead straight to hell with me!”
[Advanced martial arts + dungeons + substitute fiction + apocalyptic survival] This is a mad story about betrayal, redemption, finding yourself, and fighting for your own sake in the face of despair.
A little too obedient.