Xuanhuan: I Got a Chaos Dao Body from a Sign-In from the Start

Brothers, don’t sweat the details. This is a wish-fulfillment story, so leave your brains here and read on.

Ke Jianyong suddenly opened his eyes.

All he saw was darkness, without a trace of light. He tried to get up, only to find himself confined in a cramped space. His hands felt nothing but cold metal all around him.

“Am I... in a coffin?”

As soon as the thought arose, a flood of memories surged into his mind: Earth, a programmer, dying suddenly after working overtime for seventy-two hours straight, and then... transmigrating?

This was a world of cultivation, with nine great domains. Cultivators could fly through the skies and burrow underground; demons ran rampant across the eight wildernesses, and secret realms were filled with countless treasures. The original owner of this body seemed to have been a member of some minor clan. After offending a powerful figure, he was hunted down. Gravely wounded and on the verge of death, he hid inside this bronze coffin, then... never made it out.

“A coffin from the start, and all my gear depends on what I can scavenge?” Ke Jianyong smiled bitterly, but then his gaze sharpened. “Wait, that’s not right.”

He sensed the condition of his body.

The original owner’s cultivation had been completely destroyed, and his meridians had been severed. He was now weaker than an ordinary person.

Just then, he was bound to a System.

From that moment on, his life changed. All the peerless beauties, saintesses, and empresses joined his ranks, while the saintly sons and demon kings were all subdued. He claimed every resource and inheritance.

Much later, I sat on the throne in a palace, surrounded by saintesses, female emperors, peerless beauties, and imperial princesses, while countless immortals and gods stood below me.