“Congratulations, Host. You have completed the beginner mission with an A rating. Rewards are being issued...”
When Chen Mo escaped a city overrun by zombies, he felt no joy. Instead, deep in his soul, he sensed a cold, hollowing pull. Bound to the Myriad Worlds Evolution System, he could gain extraordinary powers by transmigrating through one world after another on the brink of collapse and completing missions. It seemed like a golden finger that could transform an ordinary life.
It wasn't until he inherited the Fenghou Qimen tradition and laid out his first formation amid a life-and-death struggle that he realized something was wrong. Every time a mission was tallied, an invisible thread of energy was quietly siphoned from his soul. Behind the System's cold prompts lay carefully engineered emotional manipulation and dangerous nudges.
From an intricate chess puzzle in a martial arts world to a survival contest on an interstellar battlefield, from sect rivalries on an immortal cultivation continent to the maddening depths of a Cthulhu-like realm. Chen Mo relied on Qimen arts to claw his way through desperate situations, while quietly recording every “unreasonable” System directive. At last, when he could establish a “central palace” within his own soul and lock onto the energy channel leading into the depths of the void, the horrifying truth came to light:
The so-called System was merely a lifeline for a dying “Main God Space,” reaching out to drain the Myriad Worlds. Countless Hosts like him were being raised as feed for its emotions and souls.
“If you want to suck my blood... then let's see whose teeth are sharper.”
From pawn to player, from prey to hunter. When Chen Mo stepped into that mental hell, built from the despair of countless Hosts, the hunt had only just begun.
