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Liu Ziqi, a graduate student in the Department of History, died suddenly after staying up late to sort out Han bamboo slips. When he woke up, he found that he had traveled to Douluo Continent. During the Wuhun Awakening Ceremony, he awakened an ordinary ancient book. "A book? The Wasted Martial Spirit among the Wasted Martial Spirits." The deacon in charge of awakening wrote two words on the roster with an expressionless face: loser. The children around him laughed. Only Liu Ziqi lowered his head and looked at the three simple seal characters on the cover, his hands trembling and his heart beating wildly. --"Historical Records". People in this world don't know what these two words mean. But he knows. From today on, people in this world will slowly understand-- There is a power called history. Later, Wuhun Palace encircled and suppressed them. He turned the page of the book again, and saw the phantom of an overlord with pupil-like eyes and beard sweeping across with a halberd, sending all the besiegers flying backwards. The strength is overwhelming and the energy is unparalleled. Hu Liena's mouth was bleeding and her pupils were shaking: "What kind of monster is this?!" Liu Ziqi closed the book calmly: "It's not a monster. It's an overlord." In front of Jialing Pass, Qian Renxue's angelic costume spreads its six wings and shines brightly. Lin Yuan tore off a page. Heaven and earth were silent. A figure in black imperial robes stepped out of the void, wearing twelve crowns and a long sword called Tai'a. Thousands of soldiers lined up behind him like clouds. Qian Renxue's smile froze for the first time - her body was trembling. Liu Ziqi raised his head and said, "You say you are a god? In front of him, even a god must be his vassal." The phantom said: "I am the First Emperor. The generations to come will be counted, and the second and third generations will be counted for all generations. It will be passed down to infinity."