Liu Bin sat quietly on the chair in his studio. The custom-made chair was exquisitely crafted and had a throne-like appearance made of stacked bones.

Genius, artist, creator of death art... these were the evaluations that most people would give him. Some specific circles praised him excessively, and he fully agreed with that.

No, he even believed that he was still underestimated.

He sat on the throne of bones, immersed in his series of great creations in the studio. The walls were covered with his paintings, and blood-colored sculptures collided with each other in the corners of the room. The dim light created a gloomy atmosphere, but it became the perfect embellishment for these unsettling and bizarre artworks.@@novelbin@@

In fact, there were very few people in this world who truly understood him. His great and transcendent mind could not be understood by ordinary people, and even the fanatical fans who admired his works could not understand him.

Death, this was the only thing he appreciated in the world.

The moment life withered and turned into an inanimate object, the last gasp before swallowing the final breath, that was the most beautiful thing he discovered in nature, and it was a beauty that could not be compared to anything created by humans.

"Master?"

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