“Don’t cry!” Henry Clark’s top bodyguard, a burly, heavyset man, jumped up and slapped the gray-haired man twice, shouting fiercely, “Howling Celestial Dog will avenge the boss! We must carry on the boss’s legacy—go to London and host the Olympics!”

“Go to London, host the Olympics, go to London, host the Olympics…” Amid the madmen’s shouts, a group of patients marched toward London with great vigor and pride…

On Razor Continent, deep in the Sunset Mountains, there was a small village called Horseshoe Village.

Henry Clark, with smoke rising all over his body, suddenly appeared in the village, causing a huge commotion. Even the donkeys came over to watch. His rare black hair, strange yellow skin, and a pair of eyes like black gemstones quickly won over the simple villagers. It’s worth mentioning that Henry Clark’s looks, among lunatics, were definitely considered handsome.

Villager A: “Ligu li gulu gu %…&*&”

Villager B: “Ligu li gulu gu (*%￥￥%&…%*”

Donkey: “Ang eng ang eng ang eng…”

Henry Clark: “……”

For someone with delusional disorder, transmigration wasn’t all that hard to accept. The only trouble was that he couldn’t understand the language around him. The kind villagers took in this rather handsome, though slightly thin, young man. Henry Clark was also quite satisfied with his situation—everything here was so new, enough to keep his thick nerve of delusion entertained for a while.

Little Henry was very smart. In just half a year, he completely mastered the language and writing of this world. In the following half year, he read everything in the village that had writing on it, and finally figured out the world he was in: this was a world of swords and magic.

Fortunately, there was a reclusive old scholar in the village with a very rich collection of books, enough for Henry Clark to understand this world.

After spending a year in the small village, eighteen-year-old Henry Clark was sure he fully understood the rules and order of this world. To better fit in, Henry Clark even gave himself a mighty new name: Achilles.

Horseshoe Village was on the edge of the mountains, simple and isolated from the world. The biggest criminal case in the town’s history was a poisoning thirty years ago: a farmer, seeking revenge on his neighbor, poisoned and killed two of the neighbor’s sows. The village had only one sheriff, the forty-year-old fat man Mr. Todd. The nearest garrison was forty li away.

But today, true terror suddenly descended on this peaceful mountain village. If nothing unexpected happened, everyone in Horseshoe Village would die.

It was already noon. The villagers had just finished lunch and were sitting in small groups at their doorsteps, chatting. The early spring afternoon always brought a drowsy itchiness. Henry Clark was also chatting, but he was talking nonstop to a donkey.

Just then, a man shrouded head to toe in a black robe slowly walked into Horseshoe Village. Outsiders rarely came to Horseshoe Village, so soon some enthusiastic villagers gathered around, asking all sorts of questions.

The man in the black robe opened his mouth to everyone, as if saying something. But though everyone clearly saw his mouth moving, not a sound could be heard.

Henry Clark glanced at the man in black for a while, then lowered his head and said to the donkey in front of him, “So he’s a mute…” He hadn’t finished speaking when a muffled, thunderous voice, so oppressive it made it hard to breathe, suddenly boomed from the sky: “Feel honored, ignorant people, Lord Walter Reed has arrived!”

The man in the black robe split his mouth in a silent grin. A moment later, his sinister, hoarse laughter echoed from the sky, forcibly drilling into everyone’s ears!

The black-robed man stretched out a withered yellow finger, quickly gesturing with his sharp fingernail. As his finger trembled violently, streaks of black marks lingered in the air, rapidly forming a bizarre magical symbol. Suddenly, black light flashed, and one after another, hexagram halos lit up on the ground behind him. More than a dozen tall, bloodthirsty zombies had already crawled out of the magic circle at his summons!

“Walter Reed, it’s Walter Reed! The demon is here!” Finally, a villager realized what was happening. Amid shrill screams, the villagers retreated in panic!

In the vast Solar Empire, there might be people who didn’t know who their emperor was, but there was absolutely no one who hadn’t heard the name Walter Reed!

Walter Reed, a demonic figure, an infamous high-level necromancer:

He increased his power by killing people, absorbing the fear and resentment at the moment of human death to turn into necromantic magic, and refining corpses into zombies. His files in the empire’s Ministry of Public Security filled two large cabinets. Ever since he began practicing evil magic, wherever he went—be it bustling cities or remote villages—he left a trail of bloody cases. Yet every time this demon faced a siege by the authorities or the magic guild, he always escaped with ease. It was said his power had already reached the level of a high-level mage.