The System-Bound Transmigrators Have All Become Tools

In the forest, a bloodied man stumbled onward, barely able to keep going.

“Heh, to think a transmigrator would be driven into a corner like this.”

He leaned weakly against a tree trunk, listening to the sounds behind him, and mocked himself.

Then a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he made up his mind.

With a deafening boom, a mushroom cloud rose over the forest, blasting a crater dozens of miles wide.

After a long while, a point of light appeared in the crater and fled in one direction.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in the air and caught it.

“How many Systems is this now?”

“I’ve kind of lost count...”