Ten Days as a Soul Reaper

I came to the Underworld, not to be reincarnated, but to enter a slaughterhouse.

Ten days. Ten Halls. Eighteen Levels of Hell. Trials of life and death.

Those who fail will have their souls scattered, or suffer something worse: becoming NPCs. A pinch of seasoning in Granny Meng's pot, a remnant soul shackled to Ox-Head's chains, or a puddle of mush beneath Horse-Face's hooves.

Through countless cycles of reincarnation, I search for the truth of the Underworld.

With ten days to do it, let's see how I fight my way through all ten Halls.

[Reader Warning]

The Underworld is more brutally exposed than the mortal world. Here, there are only rules.

But the most terrifying thing is that even the NPCs are awakening.

When you think you're a player, you may have long been a supporting character in someone else's script.

The underworld enforcers are reporting for duty. Are you ready?