Stories—many stories.
The main storyline among them lasted less than five minutes in total, while the side stories dragged him along for nearly two days.
Without question, they left Li Su utterly stunned. Even the unrelated side stories had him listening with rapt attention. All he could say was: this big brother was damn incredible.
Just how incredible?
First of all, the first incredible thing about him was his identity after transmigrating.
When most people transmigrated, at most it was a thunderous boom in the sky, and the protagonist made a dazzling entrance.
Big Brother was different—completely different. For him, there was a thunderous boom in the sky, and the Creator God made a dazzling entrance.
Yes, the moment Big Brother arrived, he was a god—and the Creator God of that world at that. He had climbed straight to the summit in a single step, becoming the most badass existence in that world.
And Big Brother was a little like Li Su. Whenever he had free time, he loved reading novels, the kind who read both Eastern and Western ones.
Never mind the Eastern ones for now. You had to know that Western novels specialized in turning heaven and earth upside down.
Things like the Blood Progenitor being eaten by his son, or Zeus eating his own father.
To keep the things he created from pulling some heaven-overturning stunt like that, Big Brother was extremely cautious when creating worlds. There was not a single one capable of overturning the natural order.
Then he began his carefree life that lasted nearly a hundred million years.
Within the worlds he created, he became all manner of people, showing off in every possible way, collecting harems, expanding territory, and becoming emperor.
Oh, right—despite playing around like that, not a trace of his bloodline