Become a Piece of Meat at the Beginning and Watch Me Devour It Endlessly

I'm dead. It turned into a puddle of minced meat and was thrown into the kitchen copy. The pig chef was throwing me into the frying pan. The system said: "Current mission: avoid being eaten." I said: "You should tell me how to avoid it!" The system ignored me. The piles of minced meat next to me didn't pay attention to me - they waited until I was chased three times before they said, "Damn it, you can actually move?" Damn it, are you using me as a gunman? --- This is the Blood Realm, the place where the gods fell. The 18 paths of destiny, vanity, evil body, gluttony, faintness, broken army... Each one leads to the extreme state. Machines build bones, flesh and blood build souls. Illusion is the eye, gluttony is the mouth. This world owes me a reason to live.