The City's Killing Game

He had been a low-level employee in China, ordered around by everyone every day. He traded his dignity for a meager salary and didn’t dare complain. One night, he just wanted to go out for some barbecue skewers, but ran into a few tough guys who got into a fight over nothing. It was his own bad luck: normally as timid as a mouse, he’d downed a couple of drinks this time and ended up openly watching the brawl, only to get caught in the crossfire. A beer bottle came crashing down on his head, splitting it open. He felt warm blood running down and frantically reached around for something to press against the wound. Somehow, he grabbed a flyer and clapped it over the gash. He had just fallen asleep in bed when a dazzling golden light suddenly woke him. He opened his eyes and nearly jumped out of his skin: a shining golden sheet of paper was floating before him. A new memory surfaced in his mind. The flyer he had grabbed was a contract for the Ghost Realm, and by pressing it to his wound, he had completed the contract. The rich, celebrities, and powerful, all of them seemingly glamorous, were nothing but pitiful wretches screaming in agony inside the game. Zhang Zhibin accidentally signed a game contract and began carving out his path through a deadly game of slaughter...