Extremely Filthy Eternal Life

Seventeen years old, terminal brain cancer. The severe pain of chemotherapy would drag me into another world at three in the morning - dark red sky, sticky ground, and sweet smelling air. People there said: Want to live? Just kill people. Just do evil. Just make a sacrifice. With every evil act, the cancer cells shrink by an inch. Every time I fall to a level, I am one step further away from "humanity". Later, I became the master of that world, the master of Mo Palace, Nie Zun. Later I discovered that the so-called "eternal life" is not living - It was a clean death, with not even ashes left. Later, there was no more "later". There is only an everlasting "hum" in the void that answers all my questions.