The New Legend of the Year

I woke up to find myself as Douluo's famous pauper and cannon fodder, Shi Nian. My entire fortune amounted to 800 gold soul coins, and I had just three days left before the original story killed me off. What a stingy script!

Grovel before Tang San? Don't make me laugh. If I showed up in front of him with this wrinkled old face, he might think I was there to scam him for my pension. Join Spirit Hall? No thanks. Later on, they get wiped out in a deluxe package, and these old bones of mine would like to keep kicking for a few more years.

As for Hu Liena and Qian Renxue... Ahem. Everyone needs a dream, right? Otherwise, how are we any different from salted fish? Besides, my Remnant Dream Spirit specializes in creating dreams. In dreams, anything is possible. Does a top illusionist's ambition really count as a toad lusting after a swan? That's just art drawing inspiration from life!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.