The Ever-Changing Enchantress

Fortuitous encounters come like clouds, their edges painted in color,

Beautiful women flow like water, like a breeze over a stream.

The earth is the chessboard, and people are the pieces,

The affairs of this world stretch on, ever-changing.

The protagonist seems to have pretty good luck. As soon as he transmigrates, he becomes the young master ruling over eight hundred miles of sea. A casual command from him is enough to make countless mages and swordsmen bow and obey, no matter how despicable the order may be.

But is he really willing to become a super scoundrel whom every person hates, every bird faints at the sight of, and every beautiful woman flees from by diving into a mud pit?