Monopolizing Another World

“I want to master both magic and martial arts! I want an aura fit for a king! I want to slay gods who stand in my way and demons who block my path! I want to rule the world by day and sleep in the arms of beauties by night!”

Transmigrated to another world, Ma Long imitated the transmigrators who had come before him and let out a thunderous roar. But countless steam-belching ironclad airships were aiming the gaping muzzles of tens of thousands of magic crystal cannons straight at his heart.

“I-I-I... I was joking! Actually, actually, I’m Mo Yan, the online novelist! All right, I admit my true identity is Nobel Peace Prize winner Ao Guanhai. So I hate fighting and killing more than anything...”

And so Ma Long, who after transmigrating was neither a highborn young master nor a brooding tragic hero, and not even the universally acknowledged good-for-nothing of some great clan, remained a humble little writer. With no choice, he embarked on the thorny path to becoming a self-made millionaire, writing ten thousand words a day.

But as he kept writing, Ma Long realized that somehow he had become a heartbreaker of girls, an emperor of novels, a king of cinema, a real estate mogul, a super arms dealer, and the greatest good person in history...

Hey, hey! I can put up with you sweet, soft girls and tough girls calling me a good person, but what kind of bizarre title is “Great Lord of the Apocalypse”?!