Number One Under Heaven

Number One Under Heaven

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Fantasy
Born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Tian Yi is a young man with a status above all and below none. However, that status came with a price- his freedom. Tired of being confined in his home for his entire life, Tian Yi decided to leave for the outside world. This is a story of an innocent young man who is perfect in every way with only one deficiency- his lack of common sense.
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They say death is the end. For me, death was only the beginning. The last thing I remembered was betrayal-a blade through my chest, warm blood spilling, and the bitter taste of regret. But instead of eternal darkness, I awoke in a void of endless stars, suspended between worlds. Then came the voice. [Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have been chosen by the World-Binding System.] Panels of light appeared before me, filled with rules written in cold, merciless words. [Your mission: Travel across countless realms. Shatter schemes. Crush enemies. Complete your tasks.] [Ultimate Mission: Save the Supreme God. Failure = soul annihilation.] A silhouette flickered in the void-a man cloaked in shadows, tall and terrifyingly powerful. Even faceless, his presence was suffocating. [He will appear in every world. Sometimes as your ally, sometimes as your enemy, sometimes as the one who cannot let you go.] My lips curled in a cold smile. So be it. If the system wanted me to play its little game, I'd play it my way. Scheming queens, arrogant nobles, hypocritical cultivators, and false heroes-let them come. I'd crush them all beneath my heel. But one thing I swore: I would never bow to him. Not to the so-called God. Not to any man. At least... that's what I thought. Because across every world, in every fragment of him I met-he watched me with eyes that burned. A love too deep, too dangerous, too relentless. And in the end... I would have no choice but to face him.

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