[Dragon robes + chainsaws + corpse shields = this generation of chosen ones has lost the plot!]
Zhao Qian wakes up in a morgue, still wearing a bloodstained imperial dragon robe. A warning in blood is scrawled on the wall: [Do not look the doctor in the eyes.] Across from him, a chainsaw-wielding maniac grins and closes in
Zhao Qian swings a corpse off the autopsy table and uses it as a shield. “Behold, the imperial bodyguard! Do you recognize it?!”
The global livestream instantly crashes:
“Holy crap, where did this lunatic come from? Wait… did he just perform a funeral rite for the cash register?!”
“He’s using the Analects to suppress a mutated refrigerator? He stuffed a jade pendant in the merit box… I mean, the coin slot?!”
“Your Majesty! That’s a fire extinguisher, not the Imperial Sword!”
When the world-ending boss appears, the entire nation falls into despair.
But Zhao Qian just smiles. “This monster looks familiar. It must be the tainted dragon vein energy reported by the Imperial Astronomical Bureau all those years ago.”
He slices his palm, staining it with blood, as his dragon robe billows.
“With the blood of the Son of Heaven, I shall reshape the mountains and rivers of this realm, ”
First time reading this type