Beneath the Mask: I Am the God of Killers

Lin Mo says I have only six months to live.

The curse is carved into my bones. Unless I gather the Seven Keys, I am doomed to die.

But they don’t know that three months ago, I bound myself to Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter from three thousand years ago.

“Four-Ring Bishop closing in. Time completely frozen.”

In the depths of despair, I open my mismatched eyes.

Ten seconds in Emperor Mode, every strike aimed at a 0.3-second opening.

“I’m not the Gatekeeper. I’m Qin Shou, master of the Mask House.”

“Life’s First Son personally offers you a position.”

An inhibitor is placed before me. The Crow says, “This is a partnership.”

Golden-red markings flare across my body, and my pressure crushes the conference table

“I’d rather rot in the mud than be a test subject.”