Jiang Han still had unfinished code at his fingertips when he suddenly died at his desk at three in the morning. When he woke up amid a heap of rotting leaves, the smell of blood filled his nostrils, and before him lay the Xuantian Continent, where demonic energy ran rampant. In a world ruled by the survival of the fittest, he touched the bloodstained half of a jade pendant in his arms and let out a quiet laugh. In his previous life, he was an overworked office drone trapped in a 996 schedule. In this one, he would become the most ruthless blade of all.
