The Only Player in the Martial Arts World

Everyone says a martial arts calamity is coming. The Demon Cult is growing powerful, the righteous sects are in decline, and atop Mount Tai, a demon with an indestructible body, impervious to blades and spears, is lurking in wait.

Ren An, who transmigrated here, doesn't think much of it. In his eyes, that supposedly invulnerable demon is really just a world boss.

As for the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, Wudang's Zixiao Palace, Yang Gong's Treasury, the Temple of the God of War... they're obviously dungeons full of high-level skill books.

You monks want to seal away the demon? That's just exploiting the dungeon mechanics to keep the boss from resetting.

"Abbot, trust me. As long as you all leave the Demon Cult's headquarters, the dungeon will refresh, and the resources will keep coming..."

"You wretch! You would release that immortal demon? I'll fight you to the death!"

"..."

He leaves the secret realm and waits for the monsters to respawn; he takes down bosses and loots secret manuals and divine weapons; he breaks the seals and lets demons loose.

The righteous sects curse him as a wretch, while the Demon Cult hails him as their leader.

The entire martial world is nothing more than his personal game.