My Skills Are Unreliable

Also known as: Primordial Chaos Descends, and I'm Not as Slick as My Own Skills

The age of declining magic came to an end. Spiritual qi revival began, and the gods and demons of the Primordial Chaos returned from beneath the earth. Monsters ran rampant, and the human world became a living hell.

Wu Xuan was reborn nine times, witnessing the world's destruction on nine separate occasions and seeing through the cruelty of the chaotic age.

He possessed a collection of seemingly useless, absurdly bizarre skills. They looked unreliable, but concealed heaven-defying uses.

Others faced certain death when they encountered monsters; he turned the tables at the last second with useless skills. Others feared gods and demons; his experience from nine lifetimes let him dominate the whole battlefield.

His teammates were pale with terror, while powerful enemies rampaged unchecked.

Wu Xuan smiled faintly. “The chaotic Primordial Chaos era? I've died nine times. I'm already invincible.”

A grave injury was nothing. If the world fell, he would start over. No one in this world could keep him here!

Well, that was all Wu Xuan bragging.

Wu Xuan: “None of this has anything to do with me, okay? I'm just a fun-loving guy who wants to coast through life and wait to die...”