Sword of Coming: The Red-Haired Old Monster Gets Stronger Every Time He Dies!

This is my third book, and I'm going all in on Sword of Coming. A violent, dark, martial-world tale...

I was a red-haired monster reborn from the high plateau, but in another world, I was reborn as Shen Lang, an ill-fated boy in Red Candle Town. From the day I was born, I was impossibly hard to kill.

The first time I died, a horse trampled me to pieces while I was still swaddled. I should have been scattered to the winds, but the power of my red hair somehow transferred me and brought me back to life. I became an adopted son of the Shen family.

The second time I died, I broke my neck falling while repairing a roof. My adoptive parents buried me before half a day had passed, then cut out my heart to use as a medicinal ingredient for their nephew. But by the power of the high plateau's ill omen, I clawed my way out of my grave. All that remained was a head full of confusion. I couldn't even understand how I had come back to life.

The third time I died, my adoptive father saw I was alive and secretly kicked away the ladder so I would fall again. He also slashed my throat with a sickle and cut open my chest. He never expected that a new heart had already grown inside me. Red hair burst out of my body, and I struck back, splitting his head open!

A masked woman told me that every time I died, my good intentions would lessen, the ill omen would grow stronger, and the killing intent directed at me would intensify.

But so what?

Every death raises my level. Every time I kill a wicked person, the blade in my hand grows sharper!

Chen Ping'an wants to protect the Lizhu Cave-Heaven. I, too, have something in my heart to protect...

People say I'm a fiend covered in red hair, with blood on my hands and an aura of ill omen. I admit it.

I'm a very bad person. I've cut down evildoers and stained my hands with blood, yet a little goodness remains in my heart.