I died suddenly after pulling an all-nighter. When I opened my eyes, I had become a huge dog.
All right, I hereby declare that in this world of horrors, where the Heavenly Dao has collapsed and all things have mutated, my cheat is this: chew, chew, chew on everything!
[Chew up demonic beasts to gain their power.
Chew up magical artifacts to gain their material.
Chew up evil cultivators to gain their memories.]
I thought this would be an easygoing story about a dog chewing to his heart's content.
That was until I saw the city, its walls built from living flesh, throbbing day and night.
That was until I saw the feast, where a father served his own flesh and blood at the table, and the city lord carved it up to eat.
That was until I saw the rift, a tear in the sky with something inside staring at me.
The bone in my mouth suddenly didn't taste so good.
Well, since things have come to this, I might as well chew. I'll chew up this godforsaken Heavenly Dao.
Who cares? I'm a dog, and I'm not afraid of anyone.
It's really great. The writing method is not the common one on the market, and everyone is not a so-called tool person.
Nice. . . At first I thought it was a comedy style, but now the world view I see is quite complicated. So far I think it looks pretty good.
Eh! The big dog barks!
I feel very good-looking, good-looking
Hey, big dog, da da da da da, I really want to bark...