He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The backyard of Chunmanlou.

A pregnant woman collapsed to the ground in agony, pounding her stomach.

"What kind of monster am I carrying... I've taken ten bowls of abortion pills, but I just can't get rid of it..."

"Please, let me go!"

The woman knelt down in despair, begging for mercy.

But this only resulted in an even more intense struggle.

puff--

A small, delicate hand, along with intestines, bursts out of the woman's belly.

Blood was everywhere, and the five fingers, thin and short, were firmly propped up on the edge of the wound, as if trying to use the force to pull themselves out.

The woman's eyes widened, she made a hissing sound in her throat, her body twitched twice, and she collapsed to the ground.

The baby rolled out of the ruptured abdominal cavity, covered in blood, with the umbilical cord still attached to the woman.

He glanced at his birth mother.

No hesitation.

He took a bite right away.

……

on the grassland.

A baby's cry was drowned out by the sound of the wind.

The woman had already stopped breathing.

The old woman who delivered the baby trembled violently as she looked at the baby boy, his body covered in bruises and silent, then glanced at the smoke rising in the distance—

The tribe was attacked, and everyone was fleeing for their lives.

"What a tragedy..."

She gritted her teeth, put the child down in the bushes, staggered onto the oxcart, and ran away without looking back.

The baby was lying in the grass.

The wind rustled the grass, obscuring his body.

He didn't cry.

I just stared at the gray sky with my eyes open.

As the sun sets and night falls, darkness descends.

The howling of wolves grew louder as they approached.

A pair of eerie green eyes appeared outside the grass, followed by a second pair, then a third pair...

The alpha wolf approached the baby, its nostrils flaring as it sniffed.

The baby turned its head and met those eerie green eyes.

There was no fear.

Just staring straight ahead.

The alpha wolf stared at him for a long time.

Then he lowered his head, picked up the baby by the scruff of its neck, and disappeared into the depths of the grassland.

The wolf pack followed.

Under the moonlight, a human baby was carried into the den by a pack of wolves.

……

Ten years later

The capital city of the Great Yan Dynasty, the imperial palace.

Inside the imperial study, the emperor put down the memorial in his hand and rubbed his temples.

"How's the tenth brother doing lately?"

The chief eunuch standing to the side bowed and replied:

"Your Majesty, the Tenth Prince is still at the training ground today. He has been practicing for three hours, from 7:00 AM until now."

The emperor was slightly taken aback:

"They've been practicing for another three hours?"

"Yes. Your Highness gets up at dawn every day, reads for an hour, and then practices martial arts until noon."

"After lunch, I will take a short rest, continue studying in the afternoon, and go to the Imperial Stables for horse racing in the evening."

"Day after day, rain or shine."

The emperor remained silent for a moment, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes.

The tenth prince, Yunyi, cried loudly at birth, and the whole court could hear it.

At the time, he was troubled by the border war, and he regarded the birth of this son as an auspicious sign.

But what he didn't expect was that his son would grow up to be even more...special than he had anticipated.

He could recite poems at three, ride a horse at five, and defeat the Imperial Guards in ten moves at seven in a martial arts competition.

Now ten years old, he is already a well-known little monster in Kyoto.

No, she's a little madwoman.

"This child..."

The emperor said in a low voice, "They're pushing themselves too hard."

The head eunuch dared not respond.

The emperor stood up, walked to the window, and looked towards the direction of the martial arts arena.

"Prepare the carriage, let's go take a look."

On the training ground.

A small figure is wielding a long sword.

The knife was specially made and lighter than ordinary weapons, but it was still too heavy for a ten-year-old child.

Yun Yi, however, seemed oblivious, repeating the slashing motion over and over again.

Sweat rained down.

My clothes were already soaked.

"Four hundred and thirty-seven...four hundred and thirty-eight...four hundred and thirty-nine..."

He counted silently in his mind.

The head instructor of the Imperial Guards standing nearby was terrified.

This child has been practicing for two whole hours today, and has only drunk water once in between.

Even the strongest body can't withstand this!

"Your Highness, why don't you rest for a while?"

"Need not."

Yun Yi didn't turn his head and continued to swing his sword.

The coach opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't dare to try to persuade him further.

This tenth prince seems easy to talk to, but he is very stubborn. Once he makes up his mind, nothing can change it.

Yunyi knew, of course, that he was tired.

But he can't stop.

For the past ten years, he has been racing against time every day.

Others only see him getting up before dawn and practicing martial arts until he's exhausted, but they don't know how strong his sense of urgency is.

Nine reincarnated beings.

Nine monsters from all the heavens and myriad worlds.

They are currently in some corner of this world, striving to grow in different identities and in different ways.

And what about him?

For an ordinary person, the only cheat code is that god-level abbreviation system—

The problem is that while the terms provided by the system are indeed incredibly powerful, they require the nation's destiny to drive them.

What is the destiny of a nation?

It's not about money or power, but about a nation's fortune, its cultural heritage, and the will of its people.

What kind of destiny could a ten-year-old prince possibly have for the nation?

Every day, thanks to his status as a prince, the system gives him +1 point of national fortune.

Ten years have passed, and I've saved up a little over three thousand.

Three thousand or so sounds like a lot, but look at the impact of those entries—

[Emperor's Enlightenment] Minimum cost: 1000 points.

[Holding the reins of national destiny] Minimum allocation unit: 100 points/person.

[Imperial Conferment] Minimum cost: 5000 points.

Three thousand points are barely enough for three enlightenments, or to train thirty personal guards.

What can it do?

Is he strong enough to take on those nine reincarnators alone?

not enough.

Far from enough.

So he had to fight.

Since national fortune is built up gradually through status, he will use these ten years to hone all the skills he can.

Physical strength, martial arts skills, horsemanship and archery, military strategy, court relations...

Even with god-level attributes, it's still no match for nine unknown monsters.

If you think you're invincible just because you have a keyword, then you're not.

That would definitely result in a terrible death.

Therefore, even with an invincible attribute, one cannot afford to neglect it.

"Four hundred and ninety-nine...five hundred!"

Yun Yi sheathed his sword and let out a long breath.

My muscles were trembling all over, and my arms were so sore I couldn't lift them.

But a smile appeared on his face.

I practiced fifty more cuts than yesterday.

better.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

Yun Yi was taken aback, then quickly turned around and knelt on one knee.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."

Get up.

The emperor walked up to him, looked at his son who was covered in sweat, and lingered for a moment on his trembling arm.

"How long have you been practicing?"

Yunyi answered honestly:

"Reporting to Father Emperor, it will take two hours."

The coach next to him twitched his lips.

Your Highness, you clearly practiced for three hours just now...

But he didn't dare to expose it.

The emperor, however, saw through it.

"to be honest."

Yun Yi blinked and changed his words, saying, "...three hours."

"Why do you have to practice for so long?"

Yun Yi thought for a moment and said seriously:

"Your subject wants to become stronger."

"Why bother getting stronger?"

"Protect the Great Yan, protect Father Emperor."

The emperor remained silent for a moment.

These words, coming from a ten-year-old child, sound like flattery.

But looking into Yun Yi's clear eyes, he knew that the child was serious.

You're only ten years old this year.

The emperor said slowly, "There's no need to go to such lengths."

Yun Yi lowered his head and remained silent.

He couldn't say that he was doing it to survive.

He couldn't say that he had nine competitors developing rapidly in some corner of the world.

He could only remain silent.

The emperor looked at him and suddenly asked:

Do you know why I named you 'Yi'?

Yun Yi looked up.

"Yi (逸) means to escape, to transcend, and to be at ease."

The emperor said, "I hope that you can live a peaceful and carefree life, unlike me, who is bound to this dragon throne for the rest of my life."

Yun Yi was taken aback.

This was the first time he had heard his father say such things.

"But the way you're training now..."

The emperor sighed, "Even more driven than I was back then."

Yun Yi opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

The emperor patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, go and rest."

"After the morning court session tomorrow, come to the Imperial Study. I will test your knowledge."

"Yes, Father."

The emperor turned and left.

Yun Yi stood there, watching the bright yellow figure gradually disappear into the distance.

"Peaceful and carefree..."

He repeated it in a low voice.

He does.

The problem is, only one out of ten people can survive.

He wanted to be the one who survived.

……