The Seventh Finger

You think this is a cultivation world?

No. It's a slaughterhouse.

You think I'm the protagonist?

No. I'm a test subject.

The little finger on my left hand glows, marked with the Engraving Realm. Runes grow on my bones.

A whisper tells me: They're all deceiving you.

I trust no one.

I number everyone, record them, analyze them, and predict what they'll do.

Then I watch them die, one by one.

Senior Brother died. Second Senior Sister died. Third Senior Brother died. A-Fu died too.

I'm the only one left alive.

Because I'm insane.

A madman's seventh finger is more useful than any magical artifact.