Horror Descends: From the Start, I Draw a Honghuang Talent

My name is Li Danran, and I'm an ordinary person.

Some idiot online said that a total solar eclipse on the Ghost Festival would bring about something that turned the world upside down.

I didn't believe him, so I went to sleep.

When I woke up, that idiot had actually guessed right. The bastard really was a genius. Even a blind cat had stumbled onto a dead rat.

I drew some kind of Primordial-level talent called Dreams Come True.

Dreams come true? Yeah, right. I earned this through my own hard work.

How could I not be awesome after dreaming of drawing my sword a hundred million times?

I woke up and went downstairs, and just like that, I got a wife for free.

When I walked out of my apartment complex, I saw it.

Eighteen golden men carried a flower palanquin to marry off the White Snake, and the groom was actually Buddha. This was beyond absurd.

A fat guy went to ask a weasel to grant him a title, and left the weasel completely dumbfounded. This was beyond absurd.

This world was getting more and more ridiculous.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.