The moment Qin Yang opened his eyes, he found himself dangling from a dead tree. The rope around his neck burned like fire, and his lifespan countdown had only three minutes left.
He had become one of the small town’s offerings to the earthbound spirit, a century-old female ghost with wild, unkempt hair who only devoured the living when they were “properly seasoned.” The blacksmith’s son was too stringy, so she tore off his arm and drained him dry. A tall woman had her neck twisted and was hung from a branch.
The first offering, the second, the third… When Qin Yang’s turn came, the ghost stopped. Her green eyes fixed on him as she murmured with satisfaction, “This one… smells the best…”
As it turned out, Qin Yang had awakened the Fear Asset System!
Fear was his currency, suffering his weapon. The closer he came to death, the more misfortune those around him had to bear; the more he suffered, the worse off anyone who touched him would be. The resentment of his original body, poisoned to death by his adoptive father with crane’s crown red; the deathly aura of the approaching earthbound spirit; the cold malice of the whole town… It all became his assets, growing at a frenzied pace!
Qin Yang had originally just wanted to die quickly and be done with it. But once the System activated, resentment kept piling up, the earthbound spirit was terrifyingly dangerous, and “delicacies” were everywhere.
One offering after another was chosen, one offering after another was rejected…
By the time the final offering came around, Qin Yang had gone from a sacrificial victim hanging from a tree to a walking vessel of curses, the most terrifying being in the world.
“They’re all full of malice. I just love their resentment.”
“I really love it here!”
