The Supernatural Descends, and I Become a God by Slaying the Supernatural

A blood-red moon tears open the sky screen, and yesterday's prosperity becomes a living hell. Driven to the brink by danger, humanity's innate selfishness breaks free of civilization's restraints. To seize even the slimmest chance of survival, people brutally kill their companions and fight over the mysterious cards said to protect them. Night falls. A drizzle patters down as ghostly figures dart through the darkness. A blood-red card emerges from a strange mound of corpses, and another figure steps out with it. She grips the card, standing atop a pile of bodies. Beneath the dim yellow streetlights, she coldly crushes a monster's head with her bare hands. Whenever she remembers the trip that was cut short before it even began, she tightens her grip a little harder. She takes the monsters apart and puts them back together, then takes them apart again, over and over... One monster is caught trying to gather up its limbs and sneak away. Dragging its scattered bones, it prostrates itself on the ground. “I'm sorry, sis.” From then on, even monsters tuck their tails between their legs when they see her. The instance she's in is packed with people. Those who try to curry favor and win her over don't even need her to lift a finger. Shi Rao (solo fan): “Get lost! You think you're worthy of laying a finger on my Qing-jie?” Xia Qingbai (die-hard fan): “Take one more step and see if I don't crush your skull too.” Through layers of eerie fog, five black-robed figures stand in a staggered line. They all watch the girl on the screen easily turn the tables on a monster. The one at the front scoffs. “She's still alive? She really is lucky.”