The rules of the world collapsed. All cultivation realms vanished, and everyone was reset to zero.
Long Xiaotian was thrown into the suffocating "Land of the Gods," with nothing but a rundown four-square-meter island and a bag of cheap snacks from the start.
While everyone else was still murdering one another over half a biscuit, Long Xiaotian looked at the fully unsealed plum blossom mark in his palm and smiled cruelly.
[Ding! The Host has access to fifteen Fate Cards!]
[King of Hearts: The Human Emperor's Sword? That's mine.]
[King of Spades: The Sword of Stillness? I already devoured it.]
[Queen of Diamonds: The Void Cache? It's my inventory now.]
In these floating islands suspended above the abyss, snacks are just beginner's perks. The real currency is points, and the real resource is your neighbors.
"Hey, girl with the King of Spades, time to hand over the ore on your island."
"And you across the way, stop hiding. I've got my eye on your island."
This is a dark game of survival, plunder, and evolution.
When all fifteen cards are back in place, Long Xiaotian stands atop the Ten Thousand Islands, gazing down into the abyss.
"I'm not here to play. I'm here to devour this world."
