Ever since Wang Ran first triggered "Descent of the Ghost God," he had always had one question—just who was this pathetic deity that couldn't even beat an ordinary Transcendent?
Was he a contemporary of the Tyrant King?
Liu Bang?
Fan Zeng?
Yu Zhi?
Han Xin?
Chen Ping?
Zhang Er?
Who was he, really?
One name after another flitted through Wang Ran's mind, eventually fading into the invisible.
Wang Ran pursed his lips.
He now finally had the opportunity to solve this mystery.
Show your true colors!
Worthless!
Just then, a line of small characters gently floated up.
"I am a true hero"
The wretch had replied.
Wang Ran's mouth twitched slightly as he thought to himself that although he wasn't clear about other things, he knew this wretch had a skin thicker than most.
A true hero who can't even rightfully work as a security guard fights fiercely with an ordinary Transcendent?
A true hero who can't swim?
A true hero who says, "It is thy fate, blame not me"?