By day, he's a low-level delivery rider who bows and scrapes for a delivery fee of three yuan and fifty fen, pushed to the brink by bad reviews.
By night, he's the Dark-Night Asura, wielding a blazing inferno blade and terrifying the Twelve Divine Fiends.
On rainy nights in Jiangzhou City, man-eating monsters lurk beneath the neon lights.
As gods look down on all living things from the clouds, the powerful feast on flesh at lavish banquets.
Chen Jin, wearing his soaked yellow delivery uniform, pulled a rusty long blade from beneath the seat of his electric scooter.
He suffers from a rare condition called "pain hypersensitivity": the more severe the injury he takes, the stronger the power he unleashes.
To stop the pain, he has no choice but to keep killing, cutting through the hypocritical masks of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
"This delivery is late, and they'll dock my pay, so I'm in a hurry."
"If you don't want to die, get out of the way."
