He traveled back through time with the memories of his past life, only to find that he was a person being judged.
Ridiculous trial, ridiculous guilt...
——Because he offended the queen on the throne, he was stripped of everything and thrown into the cursed land at the eastern end of the kingdom. It is the border between wars and alien races, the destination of criminals and deserters, and the place where the kingdom says, "Your fate is better as long as you live."
On the third day of his exile, he encountered a gangster.
The moment the arrow came out of his body, he heard the sound of his blood draining out.
Then, darkness fell.
In the endless depths of death, a torn ancient book emerged from the void and landed in his palm. There is a golden inscription burning on the page - "Records of Mountains and Seas in All Realms".
Every page contains the true name and talent of a race.
Every time he lights up a page, he can draw on the power of his clan.
He opened his eyes, gently stroked the recovery area on his chest, and slowly stood up.
From now on, the place of exile is no longer the end.
Elves, dwarves, orcs, monsters, demons sleeping under the abyss, and the indescribable things waiting in the subspace - he traveled across the continent, collected all races, turned their power into steps, and stepped step by step to heights that even the gods dared not set foot on.
The gods rage from above, seeking to enslave the world again.
And he just turned the page and said softly:
——"I have included this clan."
Exile is the beginning, and all races are the order.
He who dies once will never lose again.
