The Death Knight, shrouded in black smoke, swung his dark lance. Skeleton warriors raised their blades of death and let out silent battle cries. A black dragon soared across the sky, spewing cursed, withering breath. Sickly green hellfire slowly crawled out of cracks in the earth, and demons' sinister laughter echoed across the battlefield.
The Abyssal army stood ready under the Demon King's command.
But at that very moment, a voice rang across the battlefield.
"Fellow cultivator, hold on a moment. Your armor, your sword, and the steed beneath you are destined for me. Please, part with them," the voice said slowly. "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to smash your dog head in."
Demon King: ???
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All right, this is actually the story of a down-on-his-luck young master who transmigrates into the body of a broke mercenary captain's son. Armed with a System that's completely out of place, he and his little sister start from scratch...
