Hanhai Blood City had a new master, a madman who had died countless times and clawed his way out of the abyss of fate.
He was the weakest, the most ordinary, and the most inconspicuous of all the Blood City Lords.
The Calamity Gods treated him as a pawn, and the Blood City Lords saw him as an ant.
He was too insignificant, too feeble. He did not even qualify for fate's attention.
But now the winds of the Deep World were stained with blood, and the mysterious markings symbolizing the thirteenth Blood City Lord had merged into his body.
When he opened his eyes, he could see the edges of the black fog. When he reached out, he could strip away and seize the wills of ghost gods. Every nightmare in the world had to pulse in time with his heartbeat, and every soul that slipped into sleep became his subject.
The thirteenth Blood City was a dream. Unlike an insubstantial illusion, dreams truly existed, connected to the minds of every living person.
Closing his eyes, Gao Ming sensed a sky full of stars. It was a sky untouched by fate, a night that belonged to him alone. Every soul was a star in that sky. Great or ordinary, everyone shone in the darkness. At least here, they were free. At least in dreams, they were still free.
Warm fire flowed through his blood. Gao Yun, his face blurred, flickered in and out of sight amid the flames. He merged into Hanhai Blood City, his will becoming one with it. His features gradually grew clearer until, in the end, he looked exactly like Gao Ming.
Gao Yun, the student of Class Thirteen who should never have existed, looked exactly like Gao Ming.
A Blood City was too vast and