The pampered young master entered the Three Thousand Little World and was tied into a system. The young master expressed his displeasure, wanted to die, and did not want to travel through time.
System: Wealth.
Young Master: I have.
System: Immortality.
Young Master: I don't care.
System: Beauty.
Young Master: ... Don't underestimate me.
System: One for each world.
Young Master: Deal!
Minesweeper: This is my first time writing, just follow your heart, write whatever comes to mind, my mind is relatively simple, I can't write conspiracy, if you don't like it, please quit.
Mainly receiving, attacking with various attributes.
1V1, HE in every world
The tear level is low, and I can't write it in a cruel way. It's a no-brainer.
Intention: There is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world