A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending?

Thales did not have the answer.

He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare.

The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos.

But Thales had nothing.

The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe.

“A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline’s glory rests on the deeds of the King.”

Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

Mystery, despair, pain, decay—the world is heading astray, and I know not where to go. I have arrived in a world that is heading towards its end, fraught with danger and devoid of hope. I can only rely on the mysterious blood mark on my body to constantly deduce and evolve various skills, trying to find a way out of despair.

[The Fourth Calamity + Farming Style + The Male Protagonist Has No Emotional Line] [The Background Is a Once-Glorious Magic Civilization]

After traveling to the magical wasteland after the magic riot, Chu Yue thought it was a farming story where he would lead the natives to survive.

Unexpectedly, one day he would be able to summon the little players from Blue Star.

From then on, the style of farming paintings began to become weird.

"Mr. Mayor, I saw those players eating dirt!"

"Mr. Mayor, I saw those players poking the giant frog's butt with sticks!"

"Mr. Mayor, I saw that group of players driving a car without magic on the ground!"

…

Looking at the players standing in front of him, claiming that they had recovered the entire continent.

Chu Yue's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no! He really became an NPC!

Transmigrated into a pot-dwelling immortal, only to emerge a hundred thousand years later. Having finally acquired a divine incarnation, allowing for some breathing room, yet still a lowly god in the Divine Court, spending his days granting wishes and alleviating poverty. "Outside the Pot Heaven, you call me a Pot Heaven Immortal, claiming I'm a remnant soul bound to a pot to attain enlightenment—I won't argue with you." "Once you enter my Pot Heaven, shouldn't you address me as the Supreme Emperor of the Pot Heaven Jade Palace?" Within this tiny universe, a carefree Pot Heaven Immortal. Lin Qingxuan cultivates spiritual roots, holds Dharma assemblies, builds markets, and countless beings enter my pot. Once all the cultivators from the outside world have entered my Pot Heaven, who will be the Heavenly Emperor—you or me?