From the Start, Exiled to the Death Row Camp, I Slay Demons to Carve a Path to the Heavens

[Fantasy + transmigration + decisive and ruthless + slow-paced + occasional humor]

In this world, humans and demons stand side by side, using the mountains and rivers as a chopping board and the people as meat.

On the northern frontier, beacon fires stretch to the horizon, burning year after year without end.

One day, Li Tian'an transmigrates and inherits the title of Count of Wan'an, thanks to the merits of his original body's ancestors.

In his previous life, he worked himself to the bone for half his life and remained destitute, even getting caught up in a stroke of bad luck.

In this life, he only wants to lie flat and enjoy himself. He doesn't care about court intrigues or grudges in the martial world, and can't be bothered to seek immortality or the Dao.

But alas, the trees yearn for calm while the wind keeps blowing.

An unexpected incident enrages the emperor and brings the entire Li clan under accusation!

An imperial edict strips him of his title and reduces him to a commoner.

One moment, he is the illustrious Count of Wan'an. The next, he is a condemned prisoner exiled to the northern frontier to serve as cannon fodder against the demons.

"Rest assured, my lord. Li Tian'an won't survive the winter, when demon attacks are at their most frequent."

But no one knows that, by sheer coincidence, Li Tian'an awakened a System that lets him [Slay foreign races and gain cultivation].

The northern frontier stretches for thousands of miles.

Condemned prisoner Li Tian'an gazes at the endless horde of demons and mutters to himself:

"Damn cultivation points, disguising yourselves as demons."

"I'm here to collect you all!"

The demons' domain.

"Waaah!"

"Don't cry. If you keep crying, Li Tian'an will come!"

At those words, the young demon who had been wiping away tears stops crying at once.

As Li Tian'an's strength grows, he gradually uncovers the truth about what happened back then.

Only then does he realize:

In this world, people are not divided by gender at all, but into... players and pieces.

And this is the story of a piece growing into a player...