I Opened the Other Shore in the Mortal World

A parallel world is like the other side of a mirror. A different take on Slaying the Gods, a plot that feels familiar yet brand-new, and a chance to set every regret right. After an accident in the ruins of the old city, Luo Chuan's hair turned completely white overnight. No one knew where he had gone for those three days and nights. They only knew that when he returned, a dark silver brand had appeared on the back of his hand: Number 000. From then on, his world gained a new filter: A countdown floated above the head of the market vendor. A ghost awaiting reincarnation crouched on the balcony of an old residential block late at night. The ghost of his next-door neighbor, Old Wang, went on and on about the false teeth he'd lost. He became the only person able to walk freely between life and death. They called him the Lord of the Other Shore. But all he wanted was a quiet life: buying groceries for Grandma, passing messages for ghosts, and dealing with Ability Bureau investigators who showed up for “follow-up checks.” Until one day, the sky split open, and twelve S-rankers surrounded him atop the ruins. Luo Chuan sighed and untied his hair ribbon. His white hair fell loose, and the brand on his hand began to burn. Behind him, three halos turned slowly as the phantom of a colossal throne descended upon the mortal world. Standing in the middle of the river, he asked: “The Other Shore you want to see... ” “Will you walk there yourselves, or shall I send you over?”