Su Mo opens his eyes. A black cloth is bound tightly over them.
This is Silent Street, a death zone where anyone who makes a sound will be devoured by the uncanny.
Everyone thinks that he, a half-uncanny whose eyes have been gouged out, won’t survive the night.
No one knows that he has awakened the Balance Rule of the first-generation Night Watcher
A talking copy of the Uncanny Compendium floods his mind with messages:
“That one in red has firm flesh and a moderate amount of resentment. I recommend eating her raw.”
Su Mo opens his mouth and bites through the Blood-Weeping Bride’s throat.
His left eye commands light, his right eye commands darkness. One sword strike wipes out ten thousand uncanny beings; a single spell subdues the heavens!
His teammates fall in battle? He raises his sword, slays a level-nine uncanny being, and avenges his brothers.
An evil god invades? He leads the Night Watcher Corps in a head-on fight and blasts the extraterrestrial overlord to ashes!
The myriad heavens fall? In his half-uncanny form, he shoulders the Night Watchers’ legacy and charges into the endless void
Those who threaten the human world, no matter how far away, will be destroyed!
I am Su Mo, the last Night Watcher in the human world.
