When the school heartthrob awoke in a grave, the gods of the entire world panicked.
[Against-the-Grain God-Reform System]: Others grovel before the gods. I beat them with a baton.
Fallen angel Lucifer: “Human, how dare you hit me with a baton?” (Wang Lin pins him to the ground and lays into him.)
Jiang Chen: “I am the Ancestor of the Undead...” (Before he can finish, he’s thrown into solitary confinement.)
“Lucifer, lend me your wings. I need to chop someone up.”
As Lin Jiangye walked out of prison carrying a bloodstained saber, Lucifer’s furious curse rang out behind him, accompanied by the notification: [Reform Score +30%]. The red moon shed bloody tears on the horizon, while corpse spots spread visibly across Lin Jiangye’s sleeves. This resurrected body had long since become a walking prison for gods from both East and West.
