Are you, Pei Ci, a born waste? A scumbag that everyone hates? The moment you were betrayed, stabbed through the heart, and sent to the altar of all races, everyone was laughing at you and you were not even worthy of being a sacrifice. But when your blood soaks the magic circle, the indifferent Elf Queen arrives together with twenty-eight patron saints, whispering in your ear: "The God Lord we have been searching for for thousands of years has finally returned to his throne." At that moment, you understand - the so-called curse is just a blessing from the god-level elves that is too strong for the mortal body to bear. When the goddess begs you to return to the throne, when the enemy kneels to offer his territory, you just lightly brush the scepter of the growth of all things: "Don't worry, pay off your debts one by one."
