Wu Liang made a wish before a statue, hoping to enter a game world with beautiful girls, tentacles, bondage, and beastfolk.
When he woke up, his wish had come true! He excitedly pushed open the door.
Blood-red eyes, writhing tentacles, mutated humans...
Oh no, it’s Cthulhu!!!
I asked for a galgame, so how did I end up in a Soulslike game where I suffer in the underworld?
Wait!
You’re telling me this tentacle-covered monster that looks like an evil god is Zhu Youjian, the last Chongzhen Emperor of the Ming Dynasty?
And this monster that turned into a giant yellow tiger and still wreaks havoc after death is Zhang Xianzhong, King of the Great Western Kingdom?
The late Ming is a chaotic age: the land is shattered, corpses litter the fields, and monsters run rampant.
Ordinary people struggle in despair, helpless and hopeless.
So he has no choice but to take up arms, become “Black Impermanence,” reap the consequences of life and death, and sever the jaws of this world that devours people!
A Buddha guarding ruined walls, a mountain city blanketed in snow, a temple to Zhenwu, the ruins of ancient Shu...
And the “perfect bride” in a wedding hall, the shamans and ancient witches of the Bo people, the “widow” atop a mountain citadel...
Well, in that case... he’ll just have to clear every single one!
White Impermanence: “Silence doesn’t mean I’m in the wrong. Canned food isn’t the only outcome.”
Huang Yan: “Young master~”
Fang Ling: “I thank you, young hero.”
Yu Xia: “As long as you bring Hong Lan back, the three of us...”
Bo Shaman: “How dare you, ignorant mortal!”
Late Ming: Feather of Abyssal Emptiness fan fiction. A sudden bout of brain fever, so go easy on me.
It's rare to see a fan of late Ming Dynasty, author, come on!
The writing is super good, and I really put my heart into writing Ming Mo 🥰 🥰 🥰
The writing is okay, please support me.