The day I climbed out of the pile of corpses, everyone in the world was smiling at me.
But I know - half of them are not human.
The pseudo-dead emerge from the ground and mingle among the living, eating, disguising, and replacing them.
The only one who could tell the difference between life and death, I made a deal with the government: I helped them harvest the pseudo-dead, and they gave me the supplies to survive.
With each harvest, I become stronger.
Every time I get stronger, I get further away from "humanity".
Three best friends died.
Two apprentices sacrificed themselves.
The only person who loved me was too old to hold my hand on the day I became the god of death.
I won. The world is alive again.
But on the shore of Huangquan, I was the only one left.
Saying important things three times is not a good start!
Intention: Let go of obsession and welcome new life