National Fortune Plunder: From the Start, I Treat My Enemies' Undead Like Livestock

By day, I am a lowly apprentice in the Spirit Society, keeping my head down as priests beat me with bamboo swords.

Late at night, I shut the side hall doors and grind the heads of my enemies' vengeful spirits into the cracks between the bricks. Then I toss down a dirty rag and say coldly, “If this isn't clean by tonight, I'll tear off a layer of your soul.”

This is a reckoning for seventy years of blood debt, and a living hell built in the heart of an enemy nation.

When the grand ceremony begins and the barrier shatters, the whole world will see what kind of spineless, rabid dogs the heroes you worship really are!