Xianjing

One thief. Fifty-five universes. One trap disguised as a game.



Maxwell Wilson was a top student, an origami-obsessed engineer, and a smooth-talking thief with a flair for chaos. But when a stolen bangle drags him out of Paris and into a blinding void, his life becomes anything but clever heists and close calls.



He wakes up in Xianjing—a divine death game played across realities. Fifty-five players, each pulled from their universe without warning. Each renamed. Each given one rule: survive.



Now answering to the name “Rin Poo” (don’t ask), Max is guided by a cryptic, rule-twisting entity named K, who seems more interested in confusion than fairness. Behind it all, twin gods Ef and Em observe the chaos, worshipping balance, duality, and maybe even... entertainment.



Max has no powers. No plan. No real reason to be here. But he’s not planning to die, and he sure as hell isn’t playing fair.



Because in Xianjing, breaking the rules might be the only way to understand them.



Welcome to the trap.

Hope your name still fits by the end.