The Lords of the Myriad Heavens awaken, and from the start, a card draw decides their fate.
Lin Ye: Barren wasteland + 10 goblins, rating F-, dead last across the Myriad Heavens.
Everyone thinks he's finished.
Then one of his goblins eats a piece of iron ore.
[Goblin Compendium of Ten Thousand Worlds: 0/999 -- Devour and evolve, with unlimited ascension]
Ironclad soldiers, shadow assassins, shaman healers, goblin engineers, goblin dragon riders... nine hundred
and ninety-nine forms, nine hundred and ninety-nine crushing victories.
By the time the lords of all the races realize something is wrong,
ten thousand goblins blanket the land behind Lin Ye.
"What happened to them being the weakest race?!"
Lin Ye lights a cigarette, if such a thing exists across the Myriad Heavens. "The weakest? That's what they were before I met them."
Not bad 🤔