The supernatural has returned. A hundred ghosts roam the night. While the world burns incense, chants spells, and sets up ritual altars, Su Chen alone raises his gun and chambers a round.
A soul-subduing USP, shots etched with the Thunder Ancestor’s sigil, an RPG engraved with a great Buddha: one shot, one soul, and the Ghost Mother is sent on her way!
Others draw talismans; I draw firing trajectories. Others perform ritual steps; I march with a rifle. Wherever my gunfire reaches, it becomes sacred territory!
System in my left hand, heavy artillery in my right: cybernetic Taoist magic makes its world-shaking debut.
Taoist prodigy: How can this fellow’s marksmanship contain the true essence of thunder magic?
Buddhist saintess: Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, uranium-depleted bullets that purify the six senses?
Ghost Emperor: Run! That guy’s engraved the Dao De Jing onto a nuclear bomb again!!
Su Chen: I’ll just whip up a two-dimensional Daoist canon. Evil gods, don’t run!
Ghosts and monsters alike: one blast ends all troubles!
