After transmigrating to another world, Shiyu awakened the Godslayer System, and his excessive good looks attracted the attention of a group of yandere girls and evil spirits.
Zhan Dao Shiro: “You smell so good. I want to take a bite.”
Oma Toki: “You smell like a corpse. I want to keep you.”
Shiyu was at his wit’s end. “Can this lousy world be a little nicer to handsome guys?”
To protect himself, he had no choice but to unleash his murderous instincts, drawing a bow and firing arrows with his left hand while playing the zither with his right to clear the field.
In the hunting grounds, surrounded by an onslaught of S-rank anomalies, he boldly recited poetry in the face of certain death, detonating the psychic energy across the battlefield.
Looking at the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, Shiyu wiped the blood from his face and sighed toward the heavens:
“Don’t blame me for being inhuman. You just pushed me too far.”
