Death is no escape. It is only a plunge into an even deeper nightmare.
The moment I opened my eyes, I had been dragged into an endless world of reincarnation.
There are no laws here, no mercy, and no end.
Only one strange, long-fallen realm after another, and one deadly trial after another, with lives on the line.
The ancient mountain stronghold lies shrouded in mist, while children’s songs at midnight call for blood;
The desolate village manor crawls with witchcraft, and red-clad ghosts watch from the shadows;
Ghosts drift through sunken ships in the deep sea, and tentacles tap softly in the darkness;
The abandoned hospital eats away at the mind, while faceless figures pace its halls;
The lost city of Loulan lies buried beneath yellow sands, its thousand-year-old curse poised to awaken;
In the ancient tombs of the Qinling Mountains, corpse puppets roam at night, while the land’s sinister energy devours souls...
Folk horrors, tomb evils, shadows from the underworld, time loops, and the burial grounds of civilizations.
The instances are endless, the terror never lets up, and every arrival is a brush with certain death.
Here, horrors hide in the shadows, curses take root in everyday life,
and the evil in people’s hearts is colder, crueler, and deadlier than any monster.
I entered the endless cycle of reincarnation in an ordinary human body,
breaking deadlocks in dire straits, surviving the uncanny, and rising to the top through slaughter.
I stormed haunted strongholds, escaped certain-death traps, uncovered secrets, and cut down evil spirits,
step by step, going from an insignificant nobody to an existence that made even the cycle of reincarnation tremble.
But when I reached the deepest truth of the cycle,
a chill ran through me
we were never trial-takers.
We were offerings, kept in countless secret realms,
waiting to be harvested...
This endless cycle is no salvation.
It is a living burial with no end.
But I will defy fate.
In this endless hell, I’ll fight my way out alive.
