I'm the Supreme Player, and an NPC Dug Up My Coffin

Ten thousand years ago, we descended and were revered as the [World Nobles: Prael].

The Dragon Island was our breeding ground, the Elf Forest our backyard, and we turned the Abyssal rifts into a multiverse dance club.

After one ultimate celebration, we all logged off and became myths forgotten by time.

Ten thousand years later, I was woken by an earsplitting scraping sound.

System alert: [Warning! Your “Eternal Sleep Coffin” is under physical attack!]

I, Wang Xuan, head of the Seven Sin Monarchs and a living fossil from the player era, was being raided like an ancient tomb boss by a bunch of native NPCs!

That bespectacled leader was practically shoving a crowbar in my face!

Just as my rage flared and I prepared to send them all to the afterlife with a forbidden spell

[Ding! Abyssal curse detected. Skill “Undead Calamity” has been randomly replaced with “Cuteness Spell”!]

I tossed a pink heart-shaped beam at an army of a million undead...

Damn it! This stupid [Abyssal Curse]!

Skills are cast at random, with forbidden spells and Fireball equally likely.

But no matter. My backpack is stocked with experience orbs that can take me straight to level 999;

My guild warehouse is piled high with divine artifacts coveted by the gods;

And I know all the ultimate secrets of this “Age of the Gods.”

You want to dig up my coffin? Fine!

You, the bespectacled kid. Yes, you. You’re hired!

Our new guild quest is to pry open the coffin lids of every old geezer still sleeping. Every. Last. One!

Let’s make this world ruled by the gods remember who’s really the boss!