Aether Chronicles: Birth Of A Legend - Chapter 10: You Little Gremlin

In an era brimming with noise, where danger and opportunity coexist, the practice of martial arts, various folk customs, strange tales, taboos, imperial courts, and the world of martial artists abound. Among these are the grandmasters, magical duels, ghostly encounters, divinations, invoking the divine, ritual plays, esoteric Buddhism, and the pursuit of immortality.In this diverse and complex world, where the three teachings intermingle and all kinds of people abound, the sphere of mysticism is filled with folklores and bizarre stories.It's a tumultuous time, where danger and opportunity exist side by side.Striding with his saber, Li Yan is determined to dispel all evil and embrace a world free from any taboo!

After transmigrating to the parallel world of Blue Star, I, a top influencer, being exposed of having multiple girlfriends?Awakened a system, and the system has a kind of performance card prop which, when used, directly adds to performance?Fans:“Haha, it's good that this dead scrub was exposed, such a person should fade into obscurity!”“No way, how did this dead scrub's album break nine million sales, are you guys sick? You drop your fandom yet still buy his albums?”“What, the dead scrub's online store exploded in sales? It's all fans buying? What kind of crazy fans are these, get out!”“Ah, he broke five billion in box office now? The industry is buzzing about his fans being the top in breaking ranks?”“What happened to swearing off being fans and blacklisting him for life? Is this your idea of blacklisting!?”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.