“Host, defeat the Holy Son, Long Fu, and you’ll be rewarded with a complete cleansing and strengthening of your body.”
“What? Defeat the Holy Son?”
“System, tell me this isn’t a textbook villain’s setup!”
Lu Chuan transmigrated as a prince in the Flame Domain, one of the Three Thousand Realms. He was handsome, but had almost no talent for cultivation. Unable to cultivate, he had his father, the domain lord, steal someone’s bloodline when he was three, take someone’s Supreme Bone when he was fifteen, and seize the Holy Son’s fortune when he was seventeen. In reality, his father only wanted to turn Lu Chuan into a pawn.
Lu Chuan: No way. Absolutely not!
Then he turned around and wiped out an entire clan.
Lu Chuan: Actually, I don’t want to be a villain.
System: Yes, you do.
The mountains and seas mourned together as celestial signs appeared.
Lu Chuan: Wait, is this how a normal person breaks through and survives the tribulation?
