After I Transmigrated to the Primordial World

The First Lich-Witch War had just ended. The vast prehistoric world lay low, licking its wounds in the calm before the storm.

Su Xin came from a later age. The impending Slaying-Witches Sword would leave barely one household in ten among the human race, yet the only thing he had was a System that could increase his good looks.

Should he submit to Heaven and Earth, or go against the current and challenge the saints as a mortal?