The day I died was the day it all began. There were no pearly gates waiting for me on the other side, only a second chance. A second chance at life, and at beating Dao of the Divine, a game where I spent thousands of hours trying to find a single good ending. But I wasn't reborn as the promised child of destiny. I wasn't even reborn as a decently talented martial artist in a world of superhuman sects. No, I woke up as the deadbeat son of a up-and-coming merchant clan. In a mere few years, the entirety of Jianghu is set to become a gauntlet, and my only weapons are some coin, a refusal to die, and years of studying this world. This isn't just my second chance in life. It is my last chance of finding the one true ending of a shitty game I could never beat.