From the first time he triggered the "Descent of the Ghost God," Wang Ran always harbored a question—who exactly was this disgrace of a ghost god who couldn't even beat an ordinary Transcendent?
Was he a figure from the same era as the Tyrant King?
Liu Bang?
Fan Zeng?
Yu Zhi?
Han Xin?
Chen Ping?
Zhang Er?
Exactly who was he?
Name after name flitted through Wang Ran's mind, eventually dissolving into nothingness.
Wang Ran pursed his lips.
He now finally had the chance to clear up this enigma.
Show your true colors, scum!
At this moment, a row of small characters gently floated up.
"I am a true hero."
The scum replied.
The corner of Wang Ran's mouth twitched, thinking that he wasn't clear about other things, but he knew that the thickness of this scum's face was extraordinary.
A real hero who can't even "fight vehemently" with an ordinary Transcendent not qualified to be a security guard?
A real hero who can't learn how to swim?
