The Chosen One

Tina stared at the living transformation unfolding before her eyes, her head already spinning.

Zhao Jie, who had always protected her, had suddenly turned into Wang Zizai, while Wang Zizai had turned into Zhao Cheng.

Naturally, she knew Zhao Cheng. As a reporter, how could she possibly not know such a prominent figure?

It could even be said that Zhao Cheng was the single most influential person in the entire world over the past decade.

Not long ago, she had watched Tianxing's press conference from start to finish.

But who could have imagined that, before long, the man would run off to this little place to play at role-swapping?

The Strongest, the future richest man in the world—these labels on Zhao Cheng were undoubtedly worlds apart from his former identity as a petty warlord.

"What exactly is going on?!"

Wang Zizai asked.

He had felt the kind of presence Zhao Cheng had revealed just now. It definitely had not been merely to blow up a missile.

There was no need for that.

And he had seen it clearly: Zhao Cheng had casually blown up the missile first, only revealing that presence afterward.

Clearly, Zhao Cheng seemed to have been battling some invisible thing.

"Some mysterious power from beyond the heavens chose you."

Zhao Cheng did not hide it from him.

"Don't many myths and legends speak of women dreaming of gods and becoming pregnant, or ordinary people receiving a god's call and ascending to the heavens in a single step?"

"Myths may be fiction, but that does not mean every part of them is false."

"And being chosen may not necessarily be a good thing. There's a very real chance that you're being treated as expendable material."

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng thought of the Kings of the Century in