The More I Court Death, the Stronger I Get

My name is Chen Mo, but I couldn't be less like my name. I'm not quiet at all. I'm the one who got scared out of his mind.

Occupation: corpse remover. Daily life: dealing with the dead and being so broke I can't even afford rent. Then one night, a corpse in the morgue suddenly opened its eyes and smiled at me. My heart stopped on the spot, and I died.

Then I was reborn.

I even got stuck with a useless System: [Death Replay]. Basically, every time I die, I get to start over and see how I died.

So I figured it out: if I can't stay dead, I might as well go all out!

Others run from ghosts; I charge at them. Others fear death; I welcome it. The uncanny? Forbidden things? Unspeakable beings? Come on, let's die together and see who gives in first!

Three months later, an urban legend was making the rounds in the uncanny world: Whatever you do, don't mess with that corpse remover. He's more like a ghost than we are.

Six months later, the president of the Secret-Peeping Society stared at his subordinates kneeling all over the floor and roared in despair, “He killed nine of our twelve stewards! Tell me, who the hell is the villain here?!”

As for me, I stood at the morgue entrance, lit a cigarette, and said to my reflection in the mirror:

“Quit smiling. Keep it up and I'll die just to spite you, got it?”

The uncanny version of me in the mirror silently stopped smiling.

The hook in a nutshell: Other people transmigrate with golden fingers; I transmigrated with a golden “death” finger. The more I die, the stronger I get, and even the uncanny steer clear of me.

III. Main Character Profile

Category | Details

Name | Chen Mo

Identity | Corpse remover → Night Watchman → Vessel (seals the heart of the primordial Anomaly)

Core traits | Unhinged, throwing caution to the wind, never...