On the first day after Lin Wenxi transmigrated, he fell straight into a sea of flames while fleeing for his life.
Other people get a System when they transmigrate. He got a white-bearded old man who forced a “Divine Seed” on him and gave him a name: [Chronology].
Only later did he learn that he was Chronology No. 88.
The previous 87 were all dead.
A fragment of the Wind God took root inside him. The Church of the Seven Deadly Sins wanted to sacrifice him to their god. The School of Emotions wanted to turn him into a vessel. The God of Death wanted to fatten him up before killing him.
Everyone said he was a pawn.
Until that night.
Fog rolled over the long street.
A person wearing a grinning ghost mask stepped out of the wind.
They didn't attack.
They only rang a bell.
One ring locked away the three souls.
Two rings shattered the seven spirits.
Three rings severed every lingering thought.
The whole city fell silent.
Someone cried out in terror: “It's the [Wind-Playing Ghost Mask]!”
Lin Wenxi held the Soul-Severing Bell and smiled.
“Since you all want me to be a pawn, maybe I'll flip the board myself.”
