When “compatibles” around the world are dragged into a different dimension filled with ghosts and curses, everyone is screaming, fleeing, and struggling in despair. Only Lin Mo pushes up his glasses and calmly pulls out a scalpel as he looks at the vengeful ghost covered in livor mortis before him.
“Judging by the angle of your twisted cervical spine, your weak point is the C3 joint. Also, your screams are above the safe decibel limit.”
Lin Mo, a former criminal psychologist with severe hyperthymesia and a congenital lack of emotion. In the [Abandoned Grounds], forsaken by the gods, fear hastens death, and reason is the only weapon. Lin Mo is the one and only “BUG” here.
[Item obtained: Rusty, Bloodstained Butcher’s Saw] [Note: Don’t complain about the grime. It cuts through bone as smoothly as a knife through butter. Also, the previous owner died of tetanus, so you might want to wear gloves.]
Lin Mo smiles at the cheeky note that pops up in his field of vision. “This isn’t hell... It’s my playground.”
