In This World of Flesh and Blood, I Am the Only Source of Pollution

In this land shrouded in invisible shadows, there are three clear but cruel boundaries. Those polluted by the ancient god of flesh and blood are called "deformed ones" (tiger) - their bodies and wills have long been hollowed out by the primitive power of flesh and blood, and they have become an extension of the will of the ancient god, and are the most direct minions of this invasion. People who are infiltrated by the power of other ancient gods are called "breakthroughs" (hunters). Although they also deviate from the trajectory of ordinary people, they unexpectedly become the force that checks and balances the ancient gods of flesh and blood, like hunters lurking in the dark night, silently guarding ordinary people who have not been contaminated. Ordinary people are the most vulnerable (sheep) in this unbalanced chess game. The ancient god of flesh and blood is like a tiger lurking in the mist. Its appetite only points to those unpolluted "lambs". But on the periphery of the sheep flock, there are always "hunters" (breakthroughs) who are vigilant with invisible shotguns. If these obstacles are not cleared first, it will not be able to enjoy its prey with peace of mind. So a bloody priority rule was quietly established: Killing the hunter should always come before preying on the lamb. When the last ray of sunset is swallowed up by the horizon, the night becomes the horn of a tiger showing its fangs. At this time, all the breakthroughrs will feel the strong and sweet malicious lock from the ancient god of flesh and blood - the night is its hunting ground, and they are the first prey that must be torn into pieces tonight. Under the moonlight, the aberrants were like a wave of awakened corpses, rushing towards the Breakthrough's hiding place under the will of the ancient gods. The sharp sound of claws cutting through the air and the muffled sound of broken bones became the constant background sound every night.