The More I Die, the Stronger I Get: My Revivals Can Copy Traits

Twenty-seven years have passed since the Calamity of the Haunting Mist.

Fewer than one in ten of humanity remain. The path to ascension is severed, and all beyond the innate realm have become legends. The feudal lords rule their own territories, while the sects look after their own interests. When the Red Moon rises, ghosts roam the night. Baleful qi is the accumulated memory of slaughter, born from weapons and killing. It taints the human body, marked by a blue glow, and its corruption deepens layer by layer. Baleful qi can enhance one's killing power, but it also breeds a frenzied bloodlust without end. It is both a source of strength and a shackle that steals lives.

At the Huichun Hall in Qingwu Town, the old shopkeeper, surnamed Qin, knows how to brew a decoction to dispel filth. Ten years ago, he took in a child and taught him to sort herbs, sweep the courtyard, and tend the stove.

That year, the bandits broke through the town.

Shen Zhichen gripped a short blade. Every time he was killed, he could copy one ability from the person who killed him.

Swordsmanship, baleful qi, perception, martial arts... Each death made him stronger.

In this world, some wield swords to suppress the uncanny, while others carve a path with blood.

And some trade life for life, growing stronger with every death!!!