Good news: I, Sun Hao, was once the mighty consciousness of a multiverse.
Bad news: Someone smashed me to pieces, and now I'm just a heap of junk in the Guixu.
Worse news: My "parts" are scattered across the Myriad Worlds, where they've become all kinds of unlucky souls:
Jia Huan, the resentful illegitimate son in the world of Dream of the Red Chamber, and Liang Kuan, the foolish martial arts student who gets beaten up in the late Qing dynasty...
To put myself back together, I have no choice but to hit the books! With my left hand, I build infrastructure and claim a throne in the Red Chamber; with my right, I open a martial arts school and save the nation in the late Qing.
My specialty is a split-personality-style effort at self-rescue.
Now, the big shots across the Myriad Worlds have gotten wind of it: that near-impossible-to-kill heap of junk seems to be crawling back.
P.S. What do I do if some of my remnant souls get hooked on being "protagonists" and refuse to come home? Help, waiting online.
