Traveling through the wasteland, a black vortex awakened in Lu Chen's heart.
As long as you get close, everything can be learned.
The lifelong experience of the Hanshan hunter, the "Sword Heart" of the kendo genius, the "manipulation aura" of the fake chaebol young master...
Even the authority of gods.
Are you a century-old swordsman? Sorry, I accept your sword heart.
Are you a top assassin with stealth assassinations? Sorry, I will accept the disguise, voice change, and assassination skills.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting anyone."
"I mean everyone here—"
"It's all my experience package."
Wherever he passed, the hearts of geniuses were broken and the gods had trouble sleeping and eating.
Those beings who were sitting on divine thrones found for the first time that their authority was being silently eroded.
Good gods, evil gods, ancient gods...
Everyone was trembling on the throne.
Lu Chen raised his head and looked at the highest place, "It's time for someone else to sit on this sacred throne."
