A young man finished paying respects to his mother and stepped out of the home he had shared with her.
He came to the elevator lobby and pressed the button.
Before long, another neighbor approached, an old woman in her sixties.
"Xiao Bo, try to let it go. My condolences. These days, no one can guarantee they'll be safe." The old woman sighed, took a white paper envelope from her pocket, and handed it to him.
It was thick, stuffed with bills.
"This is what everyone in the community chipped in. Take it."
The young man, whose full name was Luo Bo, said nothing. He simply accepted the envelope.
The resolve in his eyes grew even firmer.
The people in the community were all kind, because in their daily lives, there was little worth fighting over.
Eastern Continent had abundant resources and wealth. As long as one was willing to work, there was no need to worry about all sorts of problems.
Yet this wonderful life had been ruined by the frequent appearance of those monsters.
What was even more hateful was that some people had colluded with the monsters.
That day, he had seen it.
It had been in the Southern Suburbs Mountain Forest. He had gone there for a run, and along the way, he saw a strange person pass by.
He had never told anyone that he had possessed a special ability since childhood.
He could communicate with a mysterious existence. That existence could not only tell him what someone would do in the future, but could also help him kill that person.
Of course, there was a price. It cost a bit of lifespan, and the more detailed the information he wanted, the greater the cost.
And if he wanted to kill someone, he had to