Nine Dragons Vie for the Throne, and Every One of Them Is a Transmigrator

The day I transmigrated into the tenth prince of Great Qian, I thought I'd been handed the script of a supreme protagonist.

Then I found out all nine of my brothers were transmigrators, each with a cheat of their own: a marketplace, technology, data, summoning, farming, finance, cuisine, entertainment, and war chess.

I huddled in the cold palace eating steamed buns while they laughed at me for being an idiot.

I endured it.

They fought over the throne, like gods battling each other.

I trained in ancient martial arts, one punch and one kick at a time.

They used their Systems to exchange for divine weapons.

I used hidden force to shatter golden cores and Nascent Souls.

They summoned armies of heroic spirits.

I fought my way through an entire army in a single night.

They thought victory was certain.

I personally destroyed their Systems, one by one...

“Tenth Brother! Have you gone mad? We're all transmigrators!”

I rolled my wrist and smiled.

“Exactly. That's why I'm beating you.”

Nine transmigrators, one ancient martial arts soldier king.

There's only one throne, but as for lives, I want them all.