In his previous life, he was a salesman, drinking and smiling to please clients, until he finally died at a drinking party.
When he woke, Li Mo was lying in the mud, covered in wounds and too unsteady to stand. He thought he simply hadn't quite died yet. Then a cold-faced woman pressed a sword to his throat. He smiled and said, "Go ahead. I don't want to live anyway."
But he didn't die.
Deep within his soul, a shattered ancient mirror slowly awakened. He could copy another person's supernatural abilities with a single glance, and wield their secret techniques more viciously than their original users. The price was his lifespan. His hair turned white strand by strand, his soul grew thinner by the day, and his reflection in the mirror aged faster than he did.
He had never wanted to fight for anything. But this world refused to leave him alone.
In this era, those born with the Mandate of True Destiny were favored by Heaven and stood above all, looking down on the masses. Everyone said they were invincible, and that fate could not be defied. But Li Mo had already died once. He didn't believe in fate, and he wasn't afraid of death.
When a divine godhood appeared, the chosen ones from every faction knelt and scrambled for it. He stood outside the crowd and crushed it underfoot. "This lousy fate? Whoever wants it can have it."
Then he embarked on a path no one had ever dared to take: proving godhood through his own body.
By the time the people seated on the divine thrones realized something was wrong, he was already standing before them.
