"I'm done being a hero. This time, I just want to be a lunatic who chokes the God of Death to death."
The night Jiankang fell, all thirty of my brothers died. As the traitor general's blade sank into my neck, the Imperial Preceptor's curse took hold: I became an immortal, indestructible monster, living for fifteen hundred years as I watched everything turn to ash.
"General, wake up. This is your 9,742nd cycle. This time, you have to win."
Reborn at sixteen, I was just a displaced boy called "Flower Dog." But the curse mark on my left shoulder burned to warn me of danger. A voice in my dreams taught me how to kill, and on the battlefield my body wielded unfamiliar halberd techniques on its own.
They called me a key, a pawn, a seal.
I picked up the rusty halberd and spoke to the one in the void called "Nuwa":
"Tell them..."
"Tonight, this key is going to pierce every lock."
