I Was About to Leave the Palace and Retire, Then the Perfect Life System Arrived

Thanks for the invitation. I'm in the imperial palace, a veteran of three reigns. I've known glory and fallen to the depths. Now, past sixty, I'm preparing to leave the palace and retire. Having just seen off another contestant who successfully made it out of the imperial palace's deadly game, Xu Nian gazes at the words that have suddenly appeared before him and falls into thought: [At sixteen, you emerge from the Office of Discipline no longer perfect, your eyes filled with confusion. But imperfection is life itself, while perfection is always something to strive for.] [Legends speak of the supreme heights of martial arts and the elusive path of immortality. Master either to its peak, and you can be reborn from a drop of blood. So you decide to...] Many years later. Xu Nian, chief of the Imperial Secret Police, commander of the Eastern and Western Depots, and guardian dragon of Great Qian, is known as the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old. When strange people suddenly break into the palace, shouting, “Kill the eunuch scum!” he falls silent. He cannot tell whether he has grown too old to keep up with the times, or whether young people these days are just too twisted.