Legend of the Apocalypse: The Taoist's Return to the Ruins

The world underwent a global transformation, and games descended upon reality. The prosperous civilization of old collapsed overnight, turning into a bloody hunting ground where monsters roamed and game data became real.

Lin Yichen was an ordinary young man swept into the apocalypse by fate. He didn’t awaken some world-shattering power, but instead acquired a unique talent everyone else considered suicidal:

[Path of Guixu]: The base threat level of all monsters toward you is permanently increased by 20%.

This meant that amid hordes of the dead and swarms of beasts, he would always be the brightest “beacon,” the first target disaster locked onto.

It also meant he could never rely on a team. He had to use himself as bait, walking alone along the boundary between life and death.

While other survivors huddled together in safe zones, fighting over a single piece of blue equipment, Lin Yichen had already ventured alone into forbidden territory. He made hatred his blade and honed his own rules of survival in desperate straits:

A killing range extended by his bow, control over the battlefield’s tempo through talismans, and critical hits fueled by hatred.

Others saw him as a jinx, mocking his “monster magnet” constitution and saying he wouldn’t last three days.

He quietly turned every encirclement into a stage for a counter-hunt.

From the Bloodstained Apartments to the overrun subway, from the rat horde’s lair to the Skeleton King’s tomb, he weaved through armies and calmly drew his bow beneath a lord’s enraged roar.

Then the calamity struck. A million undead reached humanity’s final line of defense, and the steel walls shuddered and crumbled beneath their howls.

When all the ability users were in retreat, when even the strongest players looked desperate…

The lone figure who had always walked alone finally returned from the wilderness.

Behind him followed terrifying battle pets beyond anything ordinary people could imagine. In his hands gathered a killing blow, tempered by countless layers of hatred.