Ten thousand people were pulled into the death game, the light beam fell, and nine thousand people turned into ashes in front of me.
They all call me kid. I grew up in a mental hospital with no name and only a pair of golden eyes. Later, I secretly picked a name for myself - Zhuoite. I saw it in a magazine and I thought it sounded good.
The system helped me awaken my powers and I could see through all illusions.
Ghosts hiding? Visible. Copy vulnerability? Visible. Whose lie? Wear it at first glance.
Others rely on working hard, I rely on finding loopholes in the rules.
The ghosts and monsters in the live broadcast room changed from ridicule to silence - this human being is more like a monster than them.
But the system doesn't know that my golden pupils come from the sleeping ghost king.
It tore him into countless copies for fuel, and I was eating his pieces piece by piece.
Later, a group of people followed me:
A girl whose flames get stronger and her temper gets crazier,
A policeman whose sword becomes brighter but his heart becomes darker.
A coward with a murderer in his body,
A liar who talks lies, but is the most honest in his heart.
There was also a two-meter-one giant with golden eyes who said he was my father.
The system wants to kill me, and the ghosts want to see me die.
But they forgot——
The King of Ghosts is waking up in my eyes.
