In a world where destiny favors the chosen few, I discovered a cruel truth—the script had cast me as the villain, not the hero. This is my chronicle of ascending from antagonist to Demon King. —————————— Across realms steeped in mystical conflict, cultivation runs rampant through every vein! An ancient master of the True Martial Holy Sect meditated by the Willow Bank River when the heavens trembled with a dragon's cry. Thousands of carps surged through fate's barrier, their forms melding into the Measureless Golden Dragon—a magnificent beast that tore across the sky with celestial grace. Titans strode across landscapes as if the world itself were beneath them. Monks emerged from centuries of temple seclusion with sudden clarity—blessed clouds bloomed overhead, and the very laws of magic bowed in reverence. Lunar crimson eclipsed the darkness; celestial radiance split the dawn. A wanderer bore a wooden sword that could reshape mountains and rivers with a single gesture, turning entire kingdoms to dust with a flick of the wrist. From the southern streets, a wandering vagrant wielding nothing but a broken branch challenged the absolute authority of a sect commanding three emperors.