[Earth has been sealed off, and one million “Chosen” descend upon the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races!]
This is a brutal contest for the “right to become a god.”
The winner will gain eternal life and supreme authority;
the losers, along with the civilizations behind them, will be reduced to dust.
Su Che is one in a million.
But his luck is terrible: from the start, he draws the universally recognized weakest cannon fodder unit, [Defective Little Skeleton].
Fragile, sluggish, and shattered by the slightest touch, it is seen by the other lords in the same region as a “walking point piñata.”
Su Che doesn’t panic at all, because he has awakened the one-of-a-kind SSS-rank talent [Infinite Synthesis]!
“Two [Defective Little Skeletons] combine into an [Elite Bone Swordsman]!”
“Two [Bone Swordsmen] combine into a [Rare Heavy Skeleton War General]!”
“Two [Skeleton War Generals] combine into a [Lord Death Knight]!”
While the other “Chosen” are still cautiously forming alliances and killing each other over a few units of food,
a legion of undead clad in black armor, their eyes burning with soulfire, already fills the land beyond Su Che’s territory.
A top lord boasts, “I have dragon blood. I’m the chosen one!”
Su Che points to the ** [Frost Bone Dragon Sindragosa]** behind him. “Oh? My dragon could use a companion. I’ll just combine you with it.”
“In the face of my undead calamity, numbers mean nothing, because... once you die, you’re all mine.”
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