Reborn into this world, I had barely bound the System when this world's Heavenly Dao crushed and shattered it, leaving only a tiny remnant clinging to my soul.
No endless gift packs, no forced commands. Only ancient deathsworn sealed away for a thousand years, bound by an ancient oath, whom only I can awaken.
In the prison of the Sin Ruins, the entire Ye family has been unjustly condemned. The Black Fortress looms above, while every faction watches like a tiger waiting to pounce.
They are deathsworn veterans of a hundred battles, with minds of their own, not blindly obedient puppets.
I wield the remnant as my authority and settle blood debts step by step in this land of death.
Establish a foothold, consolidate my foundation, cut down their supporters, and bring the Black Fortress crashing down.
Though the System is dead, I shall be my own king.
