The Heavens' Elevator: Son of the Plane

I started out in a rented room, crossed the Primordial Wilderness, swept through Battle Through the Heavens, and arrived in the apocalypse. Between the revival of mythology, fantastical novels, and the technological singularity, I clashed with transmigrators. Some relied on Systems to dominate, while others invoked the names of gods to rule the world. I only need to press a button, and the dimensions will clear a path for me.

Every leap of the elevator brings a change of plane; every stop rewrites the rules. If the Heavenly Dao is unjust, I’ll rewrite the order with iron and fire. If fate is unjust, I’ll wield fortune as a blade and carve out a royal road of my own.

I am the Child of the Plane, and the Master of the Elevator. The myriad worlds heed my command, and the gods give me a wide berth. Heaven and earth are the furnace, and I am the smith. With an elevator that traverses three thousand planes and a Child of the Plane chosen by fate, I forge a path with iron and blood, fuel the flames with fortune, and restore order.