He was the ultimate player in the Endless World, but a bizarre system failure hurled him—along with his god-like mastery of all professions—into a foreign realm of swords and sorcery. He is a potion master who can create elixirs that drive entire kingdoms mad. A forging master whose weapons make sword saints drool. An inscription master who shattered a master's pride in ten minutes. An eighteenth-level archmage whose "Thousand Miles Frozen" turns a thousand enemies to ice statues in an instant. By the time the factions of the Breezy Plains realize how dangerous this young man truly is— It's already too late. Lin Li has already laid out his chessboard. Whether it's Hofman of the Shimmering Chamber of Commerce or the High Priest of the Church of Light, they are all merely pieces in his game. But the most chilling truth is this: everyone thinks they've seen through him— Until they realize, too late, that they've only seen what he wanted them to see.