Devouring Souls in the Mad Abyss: After Losing My Job, I Grow Stronger the Crazier I Get

Beneath the night sky over the ancient capital of Xuanjing, streetlights cast dark red halos like congealed blood. The air was filled with a strange scent, a blend of corroded metal and deep-sea decay. Lin Zeyu stood in the wind, his black hair stirred by an eerie purple glow. The three jade tokens in his hand gave off golden flames like collapsing stars. Fine cracks appeared in the lines on his palm, seeping with threads of ghostly blue blood. The talisman embedded in his chest was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice cave. Its runes writhed like living creatures, emitting a low hum that seemed to resonate with the murmur coming from a distant rift.

Cthulhu + supernatural powers + flesh-and-blood mecha-punk + lunatic nonhumans

Endless madness has turned the world into the largest asylum of all. A hidden consciousness controls everything, swapping one thing for another and calling a deer a horse. They insult our mothers, wives, sisters, even our daughters. Now we must fight, immediately, this very instant.