In this world of universal class changes, where might makes right, alien races invade, and danger lurks everywhere, only overwhelming personal strength can ensure survival amid the chaos.
Yet on the day he turns eighteen, Ai Qian changes class into an unarmed “merchant.”
Everyone believes his future will be bleak and wasted.
But no one could have imagined that years later, when alien races storm the human cities, the Sword Emperor, hailed as the strongest in the world, would not rush to kill the invaders. Instead, he would drop to one knee and bow before Ai Qian.
“Please, lend us your strength and save Great Xia from collapse.”
Looking at the Sword Emperor kneeling before him, Ai Qian sighs inwardly, his gaze distant.
For a moment, he is back in that stormy night from years ago.
Ai Qian: “Would you like to make a deal with me?”
The girl looks up. A spark of life returns to her once-dead eyes.
From that day on, the Sword Emperor steps into the world.
Countless alien races? Just one sword swing.
How to say it? It's still pretty good so far.
It's quite beautiful. Why are there so few people?
It feels pretty good-looking and interesting.
It looks pretty good so far.
Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, look
Not bad, looks okay
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking