LastDreamer

"What do you fear most?" "Death? The dark? The Unknown?" The man in the immaculate black suit didn't draw a blade. He didn't summon. He merely raised his right hand as a towering horde of Devils bore down on him. "Wrong," he whispered softly, his thumb pressing against his middle finger. "It's the moment you realize you broke the rules." Snap. In a split second, a hundred severed heads rained down onto the concrete. Absolute, logic-defying slaughter. Transmigrated into a chaotic world of blood and chainsaws, Ren was destined to be a nameless casualty. Instead, he bound himself with rules. ‘No physical defense matters.’ ‘No demonic regeneration can save you.’ ‘Break the rule, and the penalty is absolute.’