[You transmigrated into a sprawling world of mixed anime universes]
[You once fought heroic spirits from another world through an endless night]
[You also battled alongside magical girls of love and hope at dawn]
[You once traveled through the Victorian era of steam and miracles]
[You also took up residence in an ancient age where gods and kings ruled side by side]
[Your companions include humanity's last Master, a Punisher returned from the stars, a mighty warrior from a super-ancient civilization, and a cold swordsman who slays gods and demons...]
[Your every word has been passed down for eternity. Your personal belongings are the focus of a worldwide scramble, and your groundbreaking classification of highly nourishing snacks and medicinal dregs has influenced generation after generation]
"In every world, you're the picture of grace and elegance. How do you manage it?"
"Simple. Being strong is a matter of the moment, but being handsome lasts a lifetime."
"Mm. That's what the comments taught me."
Xu Ying said this, then immediately scrambled up the streetlamp on all fours. He glanced at the golden comments floating overhead, stood atop the lamp with his arms folded, and surveyed the world below, his voice low and haughty:
"Mongrels, who gave you permission to look upon this king?!"
