I Told You to Be a Playboy, So Why Did You Inherit a Maxed-Out Past Life?

In the Great Li Dynasty, at a brothel in the capital, Li Du.

When Xiao Zhige woke up, Princess Zhu Mingyu's letter breaking off their engagement had already been flung in his face.

"A hostage of Prince Wu Wei, wallowing in brothels and taverns. I am ashamed to associate with such a useless man."

He didn't try to explain.

He'd just discovered something far more absurd: this world was the life-simulation game he'd played.

He'd played it only three times.

In his first life, during the ancient age, a time when every discipline flourished, countless people sought the Dao and immortality, and those who successfully ascended were as numerous as carp crossing a river. He was one of them.

In his second life, he became famous throughout the martial world for his chivalry. He spent more than a decade on the frontier, defending the cities behind him and never letting the enemy cross the line.

In his third life, he wielded a long saber, first carving out a place for himself by conquering the Central Plains dynasty and founding a nation, then campaigning north against the Northern Barbarians until no one dared speak their name.

Legends of his three lives are still told across the continent to this day.

And now,

the wretched hostage whose engagement had been broken off in a brothel

was walking into the black market,

picking up the very saber from his third life,

stained with the blood of countless enemies.

The instant it touched his hand, his whole body shuddered.

"This saber... No one's touched it in decades. It's rusted."

Xiao Zhige smiled.

"But it doesn't matter. Its owner has returned."