Yuan Xu accidentally became bound to a low-level martial arts world, the Ding World. Whenever that world ascended, he ascended with it. Thus, he began frequently descending into these bound low-level martial arts worlds to advance the transcendental path. In his first life, he rose from humble beginnings and steadily advanced, synthesizing martial arts knowledge, deducing techniques, establishing a realm, and creating a martial art. In his second life, he took a different approach, selecting the souls of the recently deceased and sending them to his own world. Leveraging their wisdom, he pushed the boundaries of martial arts. In his third life, martial arts reached their peak, and amidst constant war and turmoil across the world, he returned to the world, achieving unparalleled martial arts prowess and establishing dominance. He then gathered the power of all martial arts to deduce the next realm of martial arts. In his fourth life, and his fifth life, and after countless generations, he looked back to find his small, low-level martial arts world transformed into a behemoth that overwhelmed all worlds.

Reborn in the Prince of Tennis world, you begin with the Three-Tama Sharingan. Three-Tama → Mangekyō Sharingan → Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. On your first day at school, you challenge the Seigaku prodigy, "Your tennis balls are no match for these eyes!" Three-Tama is just the starting point; the path to the Mangekyō, and ultimately the Eternal Mangekyō, has begun! The title of tennis's strongest will be born from these all-seeing Sharingans...

In 298AC, when Jon Arryn was poisoned, Matthew knew his chance had arrived. Chaos is a ladder. Robert would die, Stannis would kill Renly, and the murder of one's own family is unforgivable. Then, only the bastards remained of the Baratheon family's legitimate line. And he just happened to be one of them. The desires of a transmigrator never cease. Subsequently, he began to work even harder to amass wealth. When he obtained his first golden dragon, fortune smiled upon him, and his cheat ability was activated. At this moment, Matthew understood even more clearly that what he wanted, no one else could take from him. He not only wanted to be the King of Westeros, but also to conquer Essos and seize the Iron Bank of Braavos. "Faceless Ones? White Walkers? Dragons?" As Matthew, adorned with runes, sat on the Iron Throne, hearing his subordinates' discussions, he sneered disdainfully: "How many runic weapons can they withstand? Ten thousand..."

[Peerless Tang Sect] + [Anti-Three Abuse] + [Fatherly Love, Daughterly Filial Piety] + [Aizen] + [Unsung Boss] Shrek City. Heartbroken, Moon and Xuanzi stared intently at Aizen, who stood high in the sky. "Aizen! Turn back now, everything can still be salvaged!" Aizen, rising slowly within the anti-membrane, looked emotionlessly at the suffering Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and the elders of the Sea God Pavilion below. "This world is sick—history has been distorted beyond recognition, good and evil are blurred. From this moment on, the so-called empire will be wiped out, the so-called gods will be torn down from the altar, and this window of opportunity for the throne of heaven will also end." With this, Aizen removed the black-framed glasses that concealed his ambition. "From now on, I will stand in the sky."

On a street in Tokyo, three or five people were lying on the ground, covered in blood and wounds. Two people stood among them, standing out from the crowd.

A man covered in scars was lying on the ground. He threw the dagger in his hand to the blond man in a black cloak standing beside him and said with lifeless eyes.

"Come on, Manjiro, kill me!"

The standing man's eyes narrowed and he spoke.

"I won't kill anyone, today..."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the man on the ground.

"If you kill me today, everything will be resolved. You don't seem to be an adult yet, so you'll only spend a few years in jail. But if you don't kill me... over there, do you see that gasoline barrel? I brought it today to dispose of the body. If you don't kill me now, that barrel of gasoline will be poured at your doorstep tonight... Or maybe even in your house, on you, your father, your mother... Hahahahahahaha..."

As the injured man on the ground spoke, his expression became more ferocious and his voice became more perverted.

The man standing aside looked increasingly unhappy. He turned to look at the other men lying on the ground, their limbs crippled and completely unable to move. He didn't understand how these people had gotten into trouble with this man, who also seemed to have some mental issues...

While the man named Wanjiro was hesitating, another man beside him stepped forward, picked up the dagger, and looked down at the man on the ground with an increasingly fierce look in his eyes. Just as he made up his mind and slowly raised his hand.

A loud roar came from the intersection.

"Stop! Don't move! I'm Officer Murashita of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Drop your weapon immediately! Hold your head and squat!"