As long as the sages do not die, the great thieves will never cease!
Usurp the gods' divine authority, steal the fate of mortals, seize the strength of true dragons, pilfer the mysteries of fairies, and take the memories of the dead.
A mere deceased soul, a transmigrator with nothing but his spirit, stood at the crossroads of reincarnation and slew the Five Generals, usurping the power of "theft" and seizing the fortune of the gods to make himself.
Looking back, don't forget your regrets.
"I shouldn't have stolen their hearts back then."
I must hurry and kill a god of love...
