The Scrap Tamer - Chapter 34: Dean

In a land where ancient families are as common as the stars, the weight of millennia-old legacies brings not only honor but also the chains of rigid traditions. Here, bloodlines are the cornerstone of power, the unyielding foundation for climbing the ladder of authority.But what hope does the descendant of a mere hunter have in such a world? How can they claim a seat at the table in this grand feast of ambition and betrayal? Is it through the fragmented remnants of a cheat ability from the game For Honor, now warped and unrecognizable? A fleeting glimpse into an uncertain future? Or perhaps a stroke of intangible, invisible luck?The stage is set, the pieces are moving—will this unlikely contender rise, or will they become just another casualty of the Game of Thrones?

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!?”

“Why is this [Summoning Card: Goblin] wearing a mask?”

“Because it’s a Goblin Gangster!”

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.

Someone once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate huge dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved treating others to chicken soup, so he kept nine phoenixes in his backyard.

Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as his words flooded river banks, and his qi could hold a million soldiers back. Someone once moved mountains and shifted hills with just one brush, his paintings so captivating it could enchant immortals and deities.

That year, the warmth of spring made the flowers bloom. They were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a poor artist. This is the story of how a Low Level Martial World Continent was transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe.

- Description from Qidian