Just Two and a Half Years Old, and the Comeback System Wants Me to Become a Martial God?

[In the High Martial Era, exotic beasts invade on a massive scale, and humanity is wiped out.] [You are now twenty-five years old, with ten years left to change all this!] [Host Jing Ting, use these ten years to become a Martial God and turn the tide!] Me? A Martial God? Hearing the prompt from the Comeback System, two-and-a-half-year-old Jing Ting blinked, looking utterly bewildered. [Ding! Mission started!] [Slap your stern Martial God father in front of everyone, then survive his copper-headed belt. Reward: your talent will be reforged!] Looking at the kind-faced man before him, little Jing Ting fell into deep thought. “Smack!” Jing Wuxie, the universe’s greatest saber king and master of the Thunderlight Martial Arts Hall, known as the Thunderlight Martial God, touched the red handprint on his face and burst into delighted laughter. “That’s one red mark! My son has the makings of a Great Emperor!” [Congratulations, Host! You successfully provoked a Martial God-level figure and got away unharmed. You have received peerless martial arts talent!] Years later, a name was celebrated throughout the universe: Jing Ting, the peerless Martial God who had single-handedly stopped a million-strong beast tide and saved the world. And his journey began with that bright red handprint on his own father’s face…