From Prisoner to God, One Stat Point at a Time

When Chen Mo opened his eyes, he discovered that he had transmigrated to a world that was both familiar and strange. Worse, he had been framed and thrown into prison. In a spacious cell, Chen Mo sat cross-legged. His bare upper body was sculpted with full, flowing muscles, every inch of him like a perfectly crafted work of art. The next moment, he opened his eyes and looked at the figure standing outside the cell. Then he spread his arms as if to embrace something, or perhaps like a bird spreading its wings. “Have you ever heard the cry of a four-winged red falcon?” “Shriek!” In the next instant, a huge figure appeared above him. A pair of enormous, blood-red eyes fixed on the people below… (The synopsis does it no justice. Read the story!)