I am Leng Mo. I died in a man-made accident, then got dragged into a survival game where I had to keep completing missions and killing. Betrayal, murder, conspiracies, schemes: the complexity of people's hearts and the selfishness of human nature were all laid bare as I struggled on. What do people live for? To survive? To protect someone? Or do they live simply to kill? We devoured one another's worth, stopping at nothing to win. What lies beyond the summit? It doesn't matter. No matter what, I will survive and live well. Even if I have to tread on a mountain of corpses, I will have no regrets, feel no guilt, and never look back.
