A 100,000-Yuan Surgery Bill: From the Start, I Slaughtered Gods in Another World

When his only hope was trampled underfoot, he chose to make the whole world pay for it.

The 100,000 yuan Lin Hao carried was raised by selling his ancestral home. It was his mother’s last chance at life in her hospital bed.

But a summons to another world dragged him into the abyss. The lofty nobles trampled on the money he needed to save her, bestowed on him the empty title of “Hero,” and ordered him to defeat the Demon King.

He heard no promises. All he could see was hope crushed beneath a boot. His mother’s pale face rose before his eyes, and his neighbor’s accusations rang in his ears: a bastard who’d run off with the money? No! He had to go back! He must go back!

If begging was useless and the rules were unjust, then he would kill!

The swindlers, kill them! Those who wouldn’t help, kill them! The nobles, kill them! The holy knights, kill them! Even the gods who stood in his way, kill them!

From the castle of the kingdom to the lair of the Dragon Realm, from before the Demon King’s throne to the seat of the gods, he bathed in dragon blood, devoured the abyss, and desecrated holy light, forging three powers that should never coexist into his own body and becoming a walking calamity.

He didn’t care that the worlds called him “Blood-Eyes,” “Dragon Fiend,” or “Enemy of the Gods.” He didn’t care how many souls’ blood stained his hands.

His goal had been crystal clear from the very beginning:

Kill his way through this world, trample every obstacle beneath his feet, and return to his mother.

Even if hope was no more than a distant spark, even if a more cruel truth awaited him at the end of the road home...