My name is Shen Lian. I’m an international superstar, and I’ve just been told I have one month to live.
The doctors say it’s brain cancer, but I know it’s a curse from the gods.
My fans don’t know that every time they light a joss stick for me, my heart turns to stone a little more.
My manager has no idea that I took my latest role only to create, in the spirit realm, a version of “me” capable of killing a god.
When the holy light of the West shines down once more, I raise my demonized, vertical pupils. Behind me stand countless “true selves of conviction” that I have played.
This time, I’m writing the script: the god hunt begins.
