His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
The monk had the secret doors open, and he stood back and watched the Swamplings flood through the great opening, squirming in a very inhuman way, to vanish onto the steps which ran up and up into the ridge. He watched for a moment, and then something slammed into his head.
He started to fall. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some sort of spike. In a moment of vertigo, he realized it had to be through his head. He tried to move, and couldn't. Something hurt more than his back.
Slowly, like a tree falling, he went to the ground. He tried to pray, but he could not because they pressed all around him and he screamed, trying—trying to die before they began to eat him.
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Guan had risen with the dawn and managed to get himself to the main hall to pray. He remained on his knees for a long time in the morning light, unaware of anything except the pain in his side and the crushing sense of his own failure.