“I want to master both magic and martial arts! I want an aura that makes me king of the world! I want to kill any god who stands in my way, and slay any demon that dares oppose me! I want to rule the world by day and sleep with beauties by night!”
After transmigrating to another world, Ma Long imitated the predecessors who had transmigrated before him and let out a thunderous boast. But countless steel airships belching steam had already trained the pitch-black muzzles of thousands of magic crystal cannons on his heart.
“I-I-I... I was just kidding! Actually, I’m just Mo Yan, a web novelist! All right, I admit it: my true identity is Nobel Peace Prize laureate Barack Obama. So I hate fighting and killing more than anything...”
And so Ma Long, who after transmigrating was neither a powerful young master nor a tragic man burdened by hatred, nor even the universally acknowledged good-for-nothing of some great clan, remained nothing more than a lowly little writer. With no choice, he embarked on the thorny road to becoming a self-made tycoon, writing ten thousand words a day.
But as he kept writing, Ma Long found himself turning into a killer of young women, the emperor of novels, the king of cinema, a real estate magnate, a super arms dealer, and the greatest good person in history...
Hey, hey! You sweet little ladies and tough girls, I can put up with you calling me a good person, but what kind of bizarre title is “Great Lord of the Apocalypse”?!
