Godslayer

Shi Yan jolted awake, his head splitting with pain, his skull feeling as if it were filled with lead, unbearably heavy. He found himself in a dim stone cavern, the size of a basketball court. Piled bones littered the rocky floor, and a dozen or so corpses in bizarre garb were scattered beside him. Their clothes were still bright and new, suggesting they hadn’t been dead long.

Where was this place? Was he still in the Bahama Islands of the Caribbean?

Shi Yan was an adrenaline junkie, a fanatic for extreme sports bordering on obsession. He was twenty-seven, his mother having died young. His father, who had amassed a fortune over a lifetime, passed away in his prime from cancer, leaving Shi Yan a legacy vast enough to last ten lifetimes.

What others spent their lives striving for, he had possessed from the start. Yet, with youth and wealth laid before him, he struggled to find purpose. The aimlessness of his privileged existence left him restless, perpetually dissatisfied.

At seventeen, he discovered extreme sports, and for the first time, life became fascinating. With his boundless resources, he plunged into pursuits beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Barehanded rock climbing, crocodile bungee jumping, low-altitude skydiving, volcano boarding, cliff diving, skating beneath speeding cars—all manner of insane stunts became his greatest joys.

He reveled in the rush that came from dancing on the edge of death—the heart-stopping thrill that made his blood sing.

In ten years, he had tried every wild and perilous sport, always seeking o