The protagonist was originally the Star God of [Extreme], the Dragonborn of [Immortal], and after achieving the position of Star God, he endlessly pursued becoming stronger.

In pursuit of a stronger power, he reincarnates with the magic of dragon transformation, achieves Jiang Ming, and suddenly realizes the rules of the universe - swordsmanship, lightning, space, time, cause and effect, reincarnation, emperor flame, extreme cold, memory, destruction, stars, strength, formation, wisdom, dream, poisonous insects, world...

There are countless rules of the three thousand universes, all for the purpose of reaching the pinnacle of the universe. With profound foundation, one's body can be on par with the star gods. The former madness has disappeared, and now the paranoia is only for the people around him.

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"Who are you?"

Ai Lishiya looked at Jiang Ming

Jiang Ming smiled faintly and murmured softly

In the universe of cause and effect,

The world of red dust accompanies me.

How to repay Jiang Zengshou’s blessings?

No matter how complicated it is, remember it in your heart.

Jiang Ming smiled and turned around: "I am Jiang Ming!"

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I have always been very hardworking.

Look up and down and ask about the stars day and night.

Day and night, I plan and save,

Wait till today to watch the stars for eternity!

"May I ask your name?"

Guanxing bowed to Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, chanting

Traversing imaginary numbers and quantum numbers,

Transcend cause and effect and reincarnation.

Drifting along in this world,

Just to reach the peak.

Jiang Ming returned the greeting: "I am Jiang Ming!"

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Jiang Ming was dressed in a snow-white robe, with flowing black hair and a handsome face. He traveled the world and his aura was overwhelming!

He held the cocoon of the end tightly in his hand and suddenly chanted:

Reincarnation knows that life is difficult, but still allows cause and effect to change the world.

The rules of the universe convey wonderful methods. How can we know the difference between the divine and the mortal without trying?

Even if it is all just a dream, I would rather not wake up.

Fate and reincarnation are all without me, only then can I be the ultimate god of my generation!

Five hundred years ago. Lei Yingying looked down at the young man in the courtyard and said calmly, "Ah, mortals... compared to 'eternity', we're but a fleeting moment of life... That's all. I'll just entertain you for a while." Five hundred years later. On a sickbed. "Wow, wow, you wretch, fight for your life! Don't die!" The sapling I'd planted for years, watered day and night, never saw its branches and leaves flourish. It died the night before my lover returned from her studies. Both held high hopes, yet the two, one man and one god, drifted further and further apart, never to see the day she emerged from the Pure Land and opened her heart. After years of feeding fried tofu, the little fox grew into a full-grown fox, while I slowly aged, unable to lift any kitchen utensils. Sacred cherry blossoms, waka poems, plum wine and snacks, sardines and salt, a shrine strewn with fallen petals, a summer appointment I couldn't keep again. I wanted to buy osmanthus flowers and wine, but I left as an old friend. It's not like the youthful journey. Human lifespan has a limit. "Companionship is the most profound confession of love—but I'm sorry, as a mortal, I can't always say: 'I love you'."

"Are you my knight?" the silver-haired boy asked, smiling at the blonde girl before him. This was their meeting when they were ten years old.

"Are you my bride?" Gently embracing the blonde girl, his companion for ten years, the boy questioned yet affirmed. This was the story of eighteen.

"Are you my king?" Half-kneeling at the throne, he looked up and smiled at the girl holding the Sword of Victory. The boy's smile was the same as the boy's ten years ago.

"I can be without eyes, but you, and all of Camelot, cannot be without eyes." With a smile, he forever gave his eyes to the girl, who had lost them due to the red dragon's curse. The boy had no regrets. This was twenty-five years of happiness.

"So, Arthur? Pen? Dragon? Artoria, King of Knights, young lady, will you... walk with me for life?" Smiling, he extended his hand to the girl, and the silver-haired boy asked the same question two thousand five hundred years later. This was a bond that had lasted two thousand five hundred years.

Carl traveled through time and space and came to the capital of Camelot. He opened a small restaurant here and planned to live an honest life.

I don’t know if the people in this place like dark cuisine or don’t go out to eat. There are very few customers in his small restaurant. The only one who often comes is a young lady named Al and her companions.

"Do you think King Arthur really doesn’t understand people’s hearts?"

"Do you think King Arthur really deserves to be called the Chosen King?"

"Do you think Mordred can inherit the throne?"

Hearing that this young lady is so concerned about these messy things, Carl is helpless, but he still tells her about it because of the money she gave.

Finally one day, Altria, who used the alias Al, couldn’t help it.

"Boss, I’m going to show my cards. I am King Arthur!"

"What!? King Arthur can’t be a girl!"