Others transmigrate and get a System that gives them money or cultivation techniques. The first mission Lin Chuan received after activating his System was: Go to the territory of a Tier Three mutated beast and pick a flower. Fail, and you will be erased on the spot.
The second mission was even worse: Your roommate will be killed in ten minutes. If you arrive too late, remember to collect the body.
The third mission was downright inhuman: Want to save your mom? Trade your own sister for her.
Lin Chuan cursed the whole way, from the First Level of Martial Apprentice to Martial Saint. The System kept pushing him to his death, but he was determined to live.
But when he finally reached the pinnacle, a line of red text appeared on the System screen:
“Host, this System will erase you in thirty seconds.”
“Reason: You know too much.”
Lin Chuan smiled. “You piece of junk System, did you forget? I figured out who you are ages ago.”
Thirty years into the spiritual qi revival, behind the gate to the ancient wilderness, the Divine Race opened its eyes.
