Becoming the King of Knights Starts with a Moist Little Sickle

After transmigrating into a game world, Huo Wu became a prisoner being escorted to the execution ground.

With nothing to his name, he faced a sword-wielding knight clad in armor. The choice he made was…

[Combat mode activated. Third-person game view initialized.]

[Weapon: “Damp Little Sickle.” Pick it up?]

Huo Wu, a veteran player often called an “astonishing old-timer,” ranked highly in PVP, held the world speedrun record, and was a master of 100% completion guides, declared:

“Come on, why didn't you say so earlier? I'm the only player here!”

With the law in ruins and war raging everywhere, demigods, knights, thieves, supplicants, and astrologers rose up across this decaying land, vowing to gather the bodies of the gods and claim the throne.

Blood, death, fire, curses, ancient dragons, lightning, corruption, madness…

Magic and faith clashed among spellcasters, while warriors and assassins chose between strength and agility.

Huo Wu held a flaming straight sword in his right hand and a half-page greatsword in his left. A slave's headscarf covered his head, and he wore spherical heavy armor.

Chanting the strongest prayers and deadly spells from every school, buffs covering him from head to toe, he slowly entered the divine sanctuary.

This was a world on the verge of collapse, and a brand-new world too. Years later, Huo Wu, who had started with nothing, would stand at the pinnacle of the gods.

The falling leaves carried a message: this was an age where anything went…

(A Soulslike setting, not fan fiction. The author really did play through five Souls games, so this isn't made up.)