Lord of the Crimson Mist

The endless red mist blanketed both sky and earth.

Mu Chen gazed at the scarlet haze around him—putrid, mysterious, and terrifying. Those were his first impressions of the red fog. Its thick shroud limited vision to a mere thirty meters; anything farther was swallowed by the crimson veil.

Suppressing the fear welling up inside, Mu Chen withdrew his gaze. He was an ordinary university student who, together with his younger sister, had grown up in an orphanage. Now an adult, he managed to scrape by in Han City through part-time jobs, barely supporting himself and his sister.

Fortune had smiled on him once—thanks to his prodigious memory and tireless self-study, he had been accepted into one of Han City’s top universities. His good looks made him popular at school, and his scholarships, combined with his hard-earned wages, were enough to cover their expenses.

Yet calamity struck without warning. Two weeks earlier, a car accident had taken his legs. The black-and-white diagnosis report made it clear: the rest of his life would be spent in a wheelchair. The blow nearly shattered him.

What helped him hold on were the strange pieces of information that would occasionally appear in his mind. He had no idea if this ability was a blessing or a curse. Now, as he stood amid the red mist, a new message surfaced in his thoughts:

“This is the beginning of an ancient feast. The old age enters its final chapter, until the arrival of a new era.”

The message sent a chill down his spine; his pupils contracted, and the words vanished as suddenly as t