A meticulous mad killer, Ember is a firm believer that murder is an art. He had served his sentence in Ionian prison, but was released by the undercurrents that were surging in the ruling council, and became an assassin in the struggle for power. Using the gun in his hand as a paintbrush, Ember unleashes the brutal art he pursues, leaving his victims heartbroken and onlookers terrified. He made fun of the gloomy repertoire he produced, giving the word "horror" the most appropriate, messenger.

For many years, the notorious "Golden Devil" has been wreaking havoc in the southern mountains of Ionia. Locally in Zhiyun Province, the monster has killed hordes of travelers, sometimes destroying entire farmsteads, leaving only twisted corpses. Armed militias scoured the jungle, towns hired demon hunters, and Infinity Masters patrolled every avenue—but the monsters' atrocities did not stop at all.

In desperation, the Zhiyun Council sent an envoy to visit the Master of Kushu and ask for his help. After listening to the envoy's plea, Ku Shuo made up an excuse to explain why he couldn't make a move. But a week later, the master himself took his son Shen and his favorite disciple Jie, dressed up as a traveling merchant and entered the territory of Zhiyun. They secretly visited the families of countless victims of the brutal attack, probed the eerie crime scene in detail, and looked for every clue and trace that might be related to the murderer.

After four years of long investigation, these three men have changed a lot. The master of bitter saying that the prominent red hair has turned white; Shen, who has always been known for his wit and humor, becomes unsmiling; And the star disciples in the hall of bitterness also began to struggle with the knowledge they had attained. When they finally settled on a clue to murder, the master said, "Good and evil, not certainly. The two originate from the hearts of the people, and the way of seeing the shadow is different. ”

In the depiction of many plays and epics in later generations, the arrest of the "Golden Devil" can be called the seventh and last great achievement of the master of bitter storytelling. On the eve of the Cham Spring Festival, Master Ku Shuo disguised himself as a well-known calligrapher and mingled with many artists to come to Ji Yong Dao. Many people think that only evil spirits can commit those inhuman crimes, but the Master of Kushu realizes that the murderer is just an ordinary person - the so-called "Golden Devil" is actually just a stage manager named Kada Ember in a troupe that travels in Zhiyun's territory.

When they grabbed Ember, the young and vigorous Ring stepped forward and tried to kill the cowering man, but the Master of Kushu stopped him. Despite the hatred of Ember's deeds, the respected master decided to spare his life and sent him to Salem prison. Although Shen objected, he also accepted his father's rational judgment without the slightest personal emotion. But the vows could not understand and accept such a compassionate arrangement. For years, he was haunted by the brutal murder scenes. It is said that this is the origin of the hatred in his heart.

Despite spending many years in Salem prison, the shy and polite Kada Ember didn't reveal much—not even his real name. But while serving his sentence, the monks noticed that he showed a great aptitude for learning in many areas, including cast iron, poetry, and dance. Even so, the guards and clerics were unable to convince him of the morbid obsession in his heart.

Outside of prison, Ionia's politics are in turmoil due to the invasion of the Noxian Empire. The bloodthirsty longing that lies deep in this peaceful land is awakened by war. The emergence of conspirators and the Secret Socialist Party, which was born for power, has brought to the disintegration of the peace and balance that the master of bitterness has tried to maintain from the inside out. In an attempt to counter the power of the ninjas and the Infinity Swordsmen, a cabal within the ruling council unleashed Ember in the hope of turning it into a weapon of terror in its own hands.

Now, with new weapons and near-limitless money from the Kashuli Arsenal at his disposal, Kada Ember is beginning to take his so-called "show" to new heights. His works can be found in many foreign dignitaries and dignitaries, as well as in the Ionian underground political group. But how long is a serial killer desperate for attention willing to stay in the shadows?

The gun in his hand was just a tool – but it was a tool of great craftsmanship. The dark green metal is inlaid with gold threads and outlines the names of the craftsmen: details that confirm the pride and complacency of the craftsmen. It's not a weapon from Piltover - those flashy things are meant to work in a land where magic is minimal. And this gun is from the hands of a true master blacksmith. Its Ionian copper heart pulsates with magic.

He wiped the butt for the fourth time. He can't confirm that it's clean until he's wiped it a fourth time. Although he didn't use it once. Although he just wanted to put it in a bag and put it under the bed. But he had to make sure he wiped it clean before putting it away, and he couldn't confirm it until he had wiped it the fourth time. Anyway, now it's clean. It must be clean four times.

It's clean, and it's wonderful. His new patrons are generous. But shouldn't the best painters be paired with the best brushes?

The precision and accuracy of the new tool dwarfed his previous self-cutting work. It took him weeks to understand the mechanics of firearms, but it took months to take the sword to new heights.

There were a total of four bullets in the gun. Each one is infused with magical energy. Each one is comparable to the sabers of a Raslane monk. Each one made his art splash. Each one is a masterpiece. It doesn't just penetrate the body. It restructures flesh and blood.

That rehearsal in Mill Town had already demonstrated the potential of the gun. The response to the work has also made his new employers very satisfied.

He had wiped it clean, but the gun was in his right hand, and the temptation was too strong. He knew he shouldn't have done it, but he unfolded the black eelskin bodysuit anyway. He stroked the surface of the leather coat with the fingertips of his left hand. The oily leather made him breathe shorter. He picked up the tight leather mask again, and then couldn't help but slide it over his face. The mask covered his right eye and mouth. The mask restricts his breathing and eliminates his depth perception.

Refreshing.

Just as he was putting on his shoulder armor, the bell rang, the bell he had hidden on the front steps of his room. He quickly folded his weapon and removed his mask.

"Hello?" The maid said through the door. Her lively tone was a reflection of her birthplace, far south of town.

"Did you do what I told you?" He said.

"Yes, sir. A white lantern every other foot. A red lantern every four feet. ”。

"Then I'll be able to get started," Kada Ember said, opening the door.

The maid's eyes widened as he walked out of the room. Ember knew exactly what she looked like. Normally, he feels a bitter disgust for himself, but today is the day of the show.