Sentenced to death for arms dealing,
I transmigrated just before I died,
to a place called Douluo Dalu,
with a ring that only works sometimes.
My Desert Eagle turned into some kind of fire poker,
and the companion I finally found, who could strengthen my Martial Soul, was taken away for research.
Armed with Earth's technology, how will the most miserable transmigrator turn the tables, destroy Spirit Hall, and then point his gun at the gods?
