Kill, kill, kill, until all Three Realms are drenched in blood. If you don't enjoy it, you don't pay.
I was once a special forces ace from China, but I transmigrated into the spirit of the Golden Cudgel and awakened the Slaughter System. My first kill came in the Dragon Palace, where I crushed the Dragon Prince's skull. I recruited Sun Wukong at Flower Fruit Mountain and clubbed the Giant Spirit God into oblivion. I slaughtered the Ten Kings of Hell in four halls and seized control of reincarnation. I carved a bloody path through the entire Journey to the West, then shattered the Tathagata Buddha's golden body at Mount Ling. Heaven was enraged, so I smashed the Southern Heavenly Gate, slew the Twenty-Eight Mansions, and killed until the Jade Emperor ceded his share of fortune. When the armies of the Myriad Worlds came to subdue me, I killed thirty million enemies and devoured the world's origin. In the end, I sat upon the Hall of Miraculous Mists and became the sovereign of all worlds. As for that journey to the West? It was nothing but the path by which I proved my Dao through slaughter.
