Mad Sovereign : From ruins to rule
Some people wish for love.
Some wish for money, fame, or immortality.
He wished for chaos.
To be more specific:
He wanted to be reborn in a world of monsters, spiritual energy, and cultivation rankings.
A place where people flew on swords, hunted beasts, and leveled up by bathing in blood.
A place where his delusional power fantasies could finally run free.
And the universe, for reasons no one could explain — possibly out of boredom — said,
“Sure, why not.”
When he opened his eyes, the sky was cracked like glass. Purple lightning arced overhead. In the distance, a Gate hovered in midair, swirling like a cosmic drainpipe, pulsing with a low growl that echoed through the mountains.
He blinked.
Then smiled.
“Oh hell yeah.”