"My name is Su Mu. When you see this sentence, the human race has already perished..." Su Mu accidentally got a diary. The first sentence in the diary made him feel creepy.

Ten thousand years ago, the myriad races invaded Blue Star, and the world entered the era of high martial arts. Everyone who reached the age of eighteen would awaken their talents and embark on the path of martial arts. During these ten thousand years, countless strong men emerged in the human race. With the efforts of these strong men, the human race gradually gained the upper hand in the battle with the myriad races. But the diary said that the human race would perish in ten years! And Su Mu is the only savior who can save the human race!

The sudden task made Su Mu panic. Fortunately, he awakened the EX-level talent: copy after death. At the same time, under the guidance of the diary, he obtained the SSS-level talent: rewind twelve hours! From then on, he embarked on an invincible road with countless deaths.

Ding, you have been killed by the human traitor, the copy was successful, congratulations on obtaining the SSS-level talent: sword heart clear!

Ding, you have been killed by the Sky-Swallowing Ants. The copy was successful. Congratulations on obtaining the SSS-level talent: Devouring Heaven and Earth!

Ding, you have been killed by the Thunder Gods. The copy was successful. Congratulations on obtaining the SSS-level talent: Chaos Thunder!

Many years later, Su Mu faced the myriad races of heaven and earth and swung his sword: "This time, it's you who should perish!"

Richard, the time traveler, faced both good news and bad news. Good news: He'd traveled through time and become a wealthy young man. Bad news: He'd arrived in the unfamiliar land of Oluba. Good news: Pokhrani, where he lived, was a wealthy nation rich in "star steel" deposits. Bad news: It was September 1, 939, and Pokhrani, facing the "blitzkrieg" launched by the Talmenrecher Empire, was about to collapse. Watching the Stukas swooping down from the sky, the time traveler was overcome with grief. "This place is terrifying! Let me go home!" Six years had passed in a flash, and Richard had earned many titles. He was universally recognized by all Pokhranians as the greatest national hero of the 20th century; he was the nemesis of the Desert Fox; he was the "White Death" who had killed the most enemy officers...