I inherited Sun Wukong's legacy and Lord Laozi's alchemy, but I chose to keep a low profile. Nothing matters more than staying alive. Other people inherit Iron Man, Genshin Impact, or the Yan Yun Skyfist, while I get that lawless monkey. Other people's dungeons are B-rank or A-rank, already impossibly difficult, while mine is SS-rank, Hell Mode. Other people get one skill from a dungeon; I get three! Oh, well, being the Monkey King isn't so bad.
This world has another side: a mysterious void known as the Spirit Realm, filled with countless strange spaces called dungeons.
Those who can enter the Spirit Realm are known as players.
Others break their backs trying to enter the Spirit Realm for immortality or treasure.
I entered the Spirit Realm only to find an answer. They laugh at my obscure inheritance and curse me to die in my dungeon. But they don't know that my fiery eyes can see through illusions, and my iron staff can smash injustice. The throne passes from one emperor to another, and today it's my turn. That's what the Great Sage Equal to Heaven said. I'll keep a low profile until the end of time! That's what I said!
Very interesting, good luck to the author
Keep writing, it's very interesting