The Voice from Another World
Lone Wolf Mackie

    In casual conversation, with a light flick of his finger, the enemies' veins would burst and they would die, as he gracefully danced the horse-riding dance, trampling over their corpses. This is just how free-spirited and freestyle he is.

    Killing with sound waves, conquering girls with his singing, finding treasures with ultrasound, this is my unique cultivation journey in another world."


Chapter 1: Journey to the Underworld

    “Where is this... place? Why... does my head hurt so much?”
When Chen Wenzhong opened his weary eyes again, the scene before him did not belong to his world: a long line of white-clad figures stretched before and behind him as far as he could see. To his sides were guards dressed like ancient soldiers, the sky was gloomy, and even the nearest trees were shrouded in darkness.
“Where am I? And why am I dressed in white funeral clothes?”
Chen Wenzhong patted himself down and looked around.
“Hey, dead man! Stop gawking! Line up properly for the King of Hades’ Hall! Stop looking around, I'm talking to you!”
As Chen Wenzhong surveyed the surroundings, a guard reprimanded him, pointing directly at him.
“Me? Dead man? Don’t joke like that! I was just at home livestreaming, how could I be dead now?”
“Ah, judging by your appearance, you’re only about twenty-something years old. It's normal to not believe you’re dead! I’ve seen plenty just like you.”
The guard’s words immediately refuted Chen Wenzhong’s disbelief and left him feeling that maybe he really had died.
“Huh?! Why? What did I do before this? It seems like that guard isn't joking! I... I... am really dead!”
Chen Wenzhong slowly came to accept his death, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember how he had died.
As Chen Wenzhong pondered, the line continued to move forward, section by section.
He eventually stopped thinking about it and gave up reflecting, focusing instead on the sights they passed by, like the mountains of knives and seas of fire from old stories, the iron-tree hell, the hell of tongue-pulling, and the succubus hell that tempted lost souls.

As he moved forward, Chen Wenzhong forgot about time, his origin, and the reason for moving forward, advancing for the sake of advancing.
Until a guard stopped him.
“Hey! It’s your turn to enter the King of Hades’ Hall!”
“The King of Hades’ Hall? Oh, I understand.”
Chen Wenzhong responded instinctively, without any real reaction, just mechanically moving forward.
He walked into a grand ancient building and finally stopped. His vacant eyes beheld the massive figure sitting at the desk, with a red face and imposing eyes.
Instinctively, Chen Wenzhong knelt on the stone floor.
“Is the soul before us Chen Wenzhong?”
“Yes, I am Chen Wenzhong.”
“Chen Wenzhong,

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