I started from a rental house, traveled through the prehistoric times, passed through Dou Po, and came to the apocalypse. I collided with time-travelers between the revival of myths, magical novels, and technological singularities. Some people use the system to run rampant, and some use the name of God to dominate the world. I just need to press the button and let the dimension open a way for me.
Every jump of the elevator is a change of planes; every stop is a rewriting of the rules. If the way of heaven is unfair, I will use iron and fire to rewrite the order; if fate is unfair, I will use luck as a blade to carve out a royal road that belongs to me.
I am the son of the plane and the master of the elevator. The world listens to my command, and the gods retreat; heaven and earth are furnaces, and I am the caster. An elevator to the heavens that penetrates three thousand planes, a son of the plane chosen by fate; I open the way with iron and blood, and use luck as my salary to restore order.
Good and worth recommending