The Immortal Ant-Man

Reborn as an antman, he was thrown from the start into a bloody red ant rebellion that was a meat grinder. He stood less than half a centimeter tall, and his life was as insignificant as dust. His golden finger was simple to the extreme: kill enemies, add talent points, evolve his rank. The antmen were a subordinate species, disregarded by humanity, hunted by the bee-people and looked down upon by the myriad races. Yet amid mountains of corpses, Li Yuan transformed an arm-spear like a “steel needle made from a hair,” increasing its range from thirty centimeters to three hundred meters, then thirty thousand meters... As his white rank evolved to green, blue, purple... “They say antmen are born base, fit only to scrape by underground.” Standing atop a mountain of corpses, Li Yuan raised his left arm and took aim at a human divine general as huge as a mountain range in the distance: “Now, I want to ask, ” “Who says an ant can't slay a god?” “And who says antmen can't have immortals of their own?!”