Invincible After Ten Consecutive Draws

Chu Kuangren opens his eyes in a dusky room of the Black Heaven Sect with a stranger's memories flooding his head. The body he now wears belongs to the most handsome outer disciple of the sect, a young man whose only crime was refusing to become the kept companion of a True Elder Martial Sister. She had dangled a shortcut to the inner sect in front of him; his upright refusal earned a palm strike that left him bedridden, his cultivation career seemingly finished before it began.

Then he remembers the game plug-in he downloaded before he transmigrated: the Fantasy Roulette. Its voice chimes in his mind, and ten consecutive draws, a new player's privilege with every prize guaranteed Starlight grade or above, rewrite his fate in a single night.

The first roll alone would make emperors weep with envy: a God-tier Remarkable Eye of Revelation that strips bare every disguise and lie in the world; the Exquisite Nine Orifices Sword Heart, a Supreme Daoist Physique ranked among the top ten of Firmament Star's three thousand constitutions; an Immortal Body with six states of regeneration; a Legendary Yin and Yang Ring; a Starlight Treasure Map; even a winged soldier summon who will one day grow far beyond her grade.

While other disciples trade years of bitter closed-door cultivation for a single breakthrough, Chu Kuangren simply draws again each morning. Emperor Scriptures fall into his lap. Sage Ruler Weapons that reap souls land in his hands. Legendary sword formations, alchemy mastery deposited straight into his mind, a Transcendent Trait of luck that turns every roll into a festival of treasures: the gacha never stops giving, and neither does he.

Firmament Star is a cruel ladder of realms where Honorables shatter mountains, Sages rule the great orthodoxies, and demonic paths fester in the shadows, with Euphoria Sect vipers coiled inside pleasure houses and Ashura Sect butchers hungry for forbidden hearts. To the powers that be, the bedridden disciple who crawled out of his sickroom is supposed to stay small, grateful, and convenient. Instead, they get a smiling, silk-robed calamity who repays every slight in full, claims every treasure they covet first, and treats their Young Emperors, Sect Masters, and sacred Sages as little more than whetstones.

He is arrogant, and he knows it. "My name is Chu Kuangren! How could I not be insane or wild?" Yet the same man carefully names a lonely winged girl Lan Yu, drags a crippled fellow disciple back from the brink, and keeps a circle of loyal friends that the cutthroat world of cultivation swears no genius should have.

Ten consecutive draws started it all. The draws keep coming every single day, and with Iron, Silver, Gold, Diamond, Starlight, Legendary, God, Transcendent, and Eternal grades still stacked in the deck, the heavens are about to learn what happens when the luckiest man alive refuses to stop rolling. Outer sect nobody one day, the name an entire world whispers the next: step by step, draw by draw, Chu Kuangren is rolling his way to the very top.