Urban Trickster: Killing Tricksters and Becoming a God

It has been 26 years since Chen Fan traveled to this bizarre city. For as long as he can remember, he has known that he is the "Chosen One" - the vague "system binding" reminder in his mind is his only support. He waited for ten years, twenty years, until he was twenty-six years old, the system was still a gray shadow, and the world around him had long been quietly distorted. There will be an extra carriage full of "passengers" inexplicably at midnight on the subway, the crisp sound of a scalpel cutting flesh is always heard from the abandoned hospital, the little girl from the neighbor's house is always saying "Hello brother" to the air... These so-called "weird" existences lurk under the neon lights, devouring the lives of the ignorant. When everyone was fearful and running away, Chen Fan smiled. He couldn't wait any longer. So what if there is no system? He discovered that by tearing apart those twisted monsters with his own hands, he could feel the cold power they dissipated pouring into his body - that was a more direct and violent gift than the system! "System? Haha, I am the system myself." From then on, there was a madman in the city. He would mutter to himself in an empty corner, walk into the darkest alleys late at night carrying a blood-stained steel pipe, laugh and tear apart the treacherous objects that begged him for mercy, and would cut off the "hands of justice" that tried to stop him without hesitation. "Power is a slave? No, you don't understand..." Chen Fan licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with madness, "Being enslaved by fear is the real tragedy."