You Told Me to Be a Low-Level Forty-Niner, So I Slay Enemies and Max Out My Stats

A big shot seized his territory, and even his own brothers crossed into it, leaving him with nowhere to turn. His only way out was a promise from the big shot himself: any territory won through one's own ability would be free of tribute. More than fifty members of the Hop Yee Gang held Xiaoming Street, while he had only four brothers at his side, plus a System.

The System's rules were simple: take down enemies and raise your attributes. Five kills earned 0.2, seven kills earned 0.1, and the more you racked up, the stronger your opponents became. Every slash bought an inch of attributes, and every fight revealed another hidden card. But Hop Yee wasn't some bunch of street punks. Fei Bo had men and blades at his disposal; if the fighting turned serious, even five men wouldn't be enough to fill the hole.

So what Hong Renjun wanted wasn't a head-on clash. He wanted a hundred men at his back to make a show of force. He wanted Dog King Biao to acknowledge that promise in front of everyone at the mahjong parlor. And he wanted to make Fei Bo choose: bring out his men, or fight one-on-one. As long as his opponent dared to send someone up, he would keep fighting them one by one, until the System unlocked an achievement, until his attributes were maxed out, until Xiaoming Street bore a new name. His turf had been taken? Then he would take it back with his own hands. The big shots wanted to see him dead? Then he would make them keep their eyes wide open and see exactly what a nobody from the bottom of the pile could carve out, one slash at a time.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are coincidental. Do not imitate.