From the Start, I Asked: Who Were Your Ancestors?

After transmigrating to a city of supernatural powers, on the day I awakened, I stared at the thatched hut before me and fell into deep thought.

Other people have divine books or demonic blades as their mediums, while all I have is a drafty, ramshackle house.

Everyone mocks me as an F-rank good-for-nothing. From the start, I only resonated with a dark-faced, brawny man.

They don't understand: my thatched hut is called the Hall of Heroes!

When their divine weapons reach their limits, my palace will be setting out on the path to ascension into a divine kingdom!

Today, you laugh at my humble hut. One day, my divine kingdom will descend, and every heroic spirit throughout the ages will obey my command!

Let me ask you this: brother, who were your ancestors? Would you like to join my hall?