Whatever I Do, I Get Critical Hits.

Lin Jue was just a low-level apprentice in a pawn shop. The vice-president was playing tricks on the rich second generation, and he had to bear two million in false accounts and kneel down in public. At that moment of desperation, he bound the critical strike system of all things. Others relied on boiling to practice, but he breathed it out once, and practiced critical hits, and one night was worth a month; others relied on furnaces to make elixirs, but he made a furnace casually, and the elixirs became critical hits, and each one was top-quality. Fight? A physical critical strike, a powerful one punch to destroy the evil magic weapon; quarrel? The word spirit struck hard, and one word pierced the Taoist heart, causing the head of the Glorious Family to break his guard and spill the beans on the spot. The critical hit rate and critical hit damage are infinitely improved through system tasks, and the white, green, blue, purple, gold, red and gold entries are inlaid and synthesized. But Lin Jue slowly discovered: There is a group of people in this world who specialize in lowering other people's "probabilities", harvesting luck, and arranging destiny - including his parents who have been missing for ten years. He smiled gently: You want me to accept my fate? Sorry, everything I do brings critical hits. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.