In the third year of the Ashen Mist Era, everyone awakened.
I was tested and found to have the F-rank trash profession: [Funeral Makeup Artist].
My ex-girlfriend dumped me on the spot.
An A-rank genius put his arm around her and said, “Keep your trash away from me.”
The next second, a D-rank aberration smashed through the wall and bit the head off a C-rank guard.
The crowd fled for their lives, and I was trapped in a corner.
Wait to die?
No.
I pulled out the Soul-Severing Needles the System had given me, pinned down the Faceless One, and gave it one last makeover.
The needle’s tip traced across its brow.
[Funeral makeup complete.]
The D-rank aberration turned to ash.
The livestream sent the whole internet into a frenzy.
The Night Watch headquarters went into meltdown.
Because they uncovered a name that had been erased three hundred years ago:
The Nether Lord.
He was back.
From then on, D-rank, B-rank, S-rank, even the gods of the myriad heavens…
I, Lu Chen, laid a white shroud over every last one of them.
You’re already here.
Lie down.
