Committing evil earned rewards, and awakening the darkness in one's heart brought power. Gao Ming felt he was beginning to understand why this city was controlled by gangs that stopped at nothing.
Black Threads originated deep within everyone's heart, growing by feeding on malice and wicked thoughts. They could transform ordinary people, but they also gradually drove them out of control.
Could the medication Black Mastiff mentioned earlier be used to suppress the Black Threads? What would happen if the Black Threads swallowed a living person completely?
Gao Ming looked up and glanced out the window. The streets were sinister and frightening in the small hours, with indistinct figures wandering about, still vaguely retaining human shapes.
This world inside the Shrine is far more dangerous than I imagined.
Gao Ming didn't have Black Mastiff's medication. After he had schemed against the two major gangs, the malice in his heart had begun growing wildly. More and more Black Threads appeared, constantly battering his reason.
I'm still a long way from losing control, but I should take precautions now. Gao Ming found a carving knife in the prop room. After giving it a quick sterilization with fire and alcohol, he took off his shirt and, starting over his heart, slowly carved the Blood City Ghost Markings into his chest. The gang members all have tattoos to some extent. Do their tattoos contain some kind of power? How are they different from Ghost Markings?
His chest was a bloody mess. By the time Gao Ming had traced out a tenth of the Blood City Ghost Markings, his heartbeat began accelerating. Blood-red threads sprouted among the Black Threads, as though two sets of rules were clashing inside him.
Enduring the intense pain, Gao Ming gritted his teeth and persisted until the Black Threads stopped