My name is Shen Ye. I transmigrated here, and my lifelong dream is to coast along until retirement.
So I spent eighteen years carefully building my position, eventually becoming the sect's Elder of Law Enforcement. My job was to train genius disciples to go out and fight, while I hid behind the scenes and enjoyed a peaceful life.
Then I met him: Lin Yun.
The boy knelt before me, crying so hard that his nose was running. "Immortal Master, save me! I'm not the Chosen One. I'm a fake!"
Before I could throw him out, a System notification exploded in my mind:
[Apocalypse Demon candidate detected. Host, take him as your disciple. Successfully raising him will let you transcend this world.]
Fine. For the sake of my freedom, I took in this seemingly harmless boy as my disciple.
I regretted it the very next day.
The Heavenly Sword Sect, Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and Star Saint Ground, the three top powers on the Eastern Wasteland Continent, all came to surround my sect's gates.
Because my dear disciple had casually picked up and carried off all their sect-protecting treasures on his way here.
I asked him why he had stolen other people's things.
He looked completely innocent. "I thought they were unwanted pieces of scrap metal."
The three supreme treasures clanged merrily at his feet as they acknowledged him as their master.
The three mighty experts drew their swords, murder in their eyes.
I was just trying to figure out how to run away with the boy when he suddenly stopped crying.
"Master," he said, "I think they've really made me angry."
At that moment, three ancient gazes looked down at us from the heavens, across the dimensions of the world.
I suddenly realized my retirement plan might be going up in smoke.
