He transmigrates into King Zhou, Di Xin, and is in hell mode from the start!
On the fifteenth day of the third month, he attends the incense ceremony at the Nüwa Temple. One lewd poem will cost him six hundred years of rule, and he’ll ultimately burn himself to death in the Deer Terrace?
Di Xin looks at the gods filling the sky and gives a cold laugh. “You want to use me as a pawn? Then I’ll flip the board!”
He binds the Fourth Calamity System, turns the Primordial World into a full-dive MMORPG, and summons Earth’s players to Chaoge!
And so, everything goes completely off the rails.
Golden Immortal of the Chan School: “This is an ancient divine beast. You mortals had better show some respect!”
Players: “Holy crap! Rare elite monster! Brothers, it dropped loot! Charge!”
Goddess Nüwa: “How dare you blaspheme my holy image!”
Players: “This boss model is incredible! Can we clip through it and take a group photo? I’m posting the screenshot on my feed!”
Jiang Ziya: “Your Majesty, this old man has come by Heaven’s decree...”
Players: “Cut the chatter! Give us the quest! For the Horde! For the Alliance! For hidden classes!”
Years later, as the gods watch the Thirty-Three Heavens reduced by the players to nothing but foundations, they finally break down.
“Di Xin! You call this the army of Great Shang? They’re a horde of immortal fiends from beyond the realms!”
Di Xin stands with his hands behind his back, gazing at the dense ranks of “undying soldiers” with player IDs above their heads. The corners of his mouth lift.
“Heaven’s way is unjust? Then let this pack of fools fight their way to a bright new world!”
