The Old King Who Was Inherited

Xi Hui was a struggling extra and stunt double. He worked long hours for little pay, and his job came with the highest risks.

One day, he was accidentally sent flying by a massive prop truck. Just as he was about to head for heaven, his miserable life finally took a turn for the better.

The System recognized his talent and chose him: "Want to transmigrate, bro? Let's team up. I'll take you to all kinds of worlds and make you a king!"

Xi Hui was overjoyed. "A king?! Me? Sure, sure!"

What a deal!

Xi Hui transmigrated, becoming an exalted, supreme king in one world after another.

His record was as follows:

A blind wolf king in a beastfolk world, injured while hunting and on the verge of being driven out by his pack after losing his ability to lead.

A dragon king in a Western fantasy world, blessed with noble blood and innate strength, but stripped of his memories after being sealed and deposed.

A warlord in the final days of a dynasty, ruling his own territory amid warring factions while suffering from a serious illness and close to being killed.

Xi Hui broke down. "You never said they'd be kings like this before I transmigrated!!!"

Where was the good life he'd dreamed of?!

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The kings of old were beacons admired by countless subjects, peaks no one could scale, and rocks standing firm through raging storms.

Until one day, the beacon went dark, the peak crumbled, and the rock fell.

The new king drew the old king beneath him, warming him with the softest fur and protecting him with the sharpest claws and fangs.

The new king inherited the old king's throne, lands, and people.

And the old king himself, too.

Theme: Opportunity favors those who are prepared.