Others transmigrate with a halo. I transmigrated with everyone hating me.
On the verge of death, I died with regrets, only to activate a bizarre System that makes me stronger every time I die.
And so began my spectacular journey of courting death: getting struck by lightning, jumping off cliffs, even trying to seduce the Demon Cult's Holy Maiden with a handsome-man ploy so she'd kill me.
Who knew that after countless socially disastrous stunts, I'd become the number one person in the immortal world?
Just as I was about to enjoy the peak of my life, the System suddenly alerted me: “Host has died 999 times. The ultimate secret is about to be revealed...”
Wait, when did I die so many times?!
Even more absurdly, the people who used to bully me all fell to their knees and begged, “Ancestor, please stop dying! Every time you die, our cultivation drops by one level!”
