Su Chen transmigrates across the heavens, awakens the “Editor of All Things,” and becomes the only supreme administrator of this universe.
What? You’re the Heavenly Extremity Saintess, and after breaking off our engagement, you still want to dig out my ancestral blood essence?
Definition revision: “breaking off an engagement” is reconstructed as “willingly becoming a foot-washing maid,” and “blood essence” is defined as “expired ketchup.”
What? You’re the Eternal Supreme, and a single strike from your palm shatters the stars?
Concept erasure: “killing intent” is reconstructed as “an intense desire for self-expression.”
And so, the dignified Supreme sings loudly in public: “Brother Su Chen, you’re so handsome. You are electricity, you are light, you are the one and only legend...”
The Nine Heavens Tribulation is bubble tea with half-sweet pearls, while peerless divine weapons are dark chocolate that crunches satisfyingly with every bite.
In this world, cultivation is not based on aptitude, but on my mood.
If I say fire is cold, the gods must put on padded coats in the flames; if I say death is a joke, even the King of Hell must kneel down and listen to my punchline.
I am Su Chen, and the script of the Myriad Worlds is rewritten by me!
