Apocalypse of Terror: I Redeem the Monsters with Merit

While everyone else lived in blissful ignorance, I knew the truth—the apocalypse was coming. So I did what any sane person would do: I burned tens of truckloads of incense at our Taoist temple, stacking towering incense sticks two stories high until they resembled a burning forest. One hundred speakers chanted scriptures day and night without rest. The worshippers whispered I'd lost my mind. The fire department nearly shut us down. My fellow Taoists pitied me, thinking grief had broken me after our master's death. But when the monsters arrived and reality itself began to fracture, only I had t…