Programmer Lin Xuan dies suddenly from working overtime and transmigrates to a fantasy world. He wakes up lying in a mass grave, with three corpses piled on top of him. At death's door, he activates the [Invincible Domain System]: within a ten-meter radius centered on him, he is the law. Enemies? They fall to their knees as soon as they enter. Cultivation? In this domain, I make the rules. I just want to lie flat in peace, but you insist on forcing my hand. Fine, I'll lay my cards on the table: in this domain, I call the shots.
