When alien beasts descended, I was bound to the aloof campus belle’s ice ability.
The System said that every time I used it, I’d be struck by a “bolt of fate.”
Others awakened powers that could destroy the heavens and earth. I awakened one that required me to check the weather forecast first: Would the storm clouds be thick today?
In the library, a rich kid used his fire ability to pin the campus belle against a wall.
I sighed and picked up a fire axe.
A prompt rang in my mind: [Bound to Ye Qingxue. Inherit the SSS-rank “Frostblade Physique.” Cost: Endure the agony of “Ice Marrow Devouring the Heart” every day.]
“Bind!”
One swing of my axe froze a hundred miles.
I turned around and spat up three mouthfuls of blood. The heavenly tribulation struck me straight into the ICU.
But nobody knew…
After every lightning strike, my ability unlocked a new “skin.”
After the first strike, the Frostblade Physique evolved to [Absolute Zero].
After the third strike, I was automatically bound to a fiery policewoman and got the SSS-rank “Dual Thunder and Fire” ability for free.
After the tenth strike, an heir of an ancient martial arts family chased after me, shouting, “Young Master! You have the aura of the Ancestral Dragon!”
After the hundredth strike, the saintess of the Western Church knelt amid the ruins and trembled as she lifted the tip of my shoe. “My Lord… you’ve finally returned.”
Then the final catastrophe arrived, and the demons of all races tore open the sky.
On a global livestream, I sat on a throne of corpses, with seven peerlessly beautiful women of transcendent power standing behind me.
They all sneered at the people watching beyond the camera:
“We heard…”
“You wanted to strike our man dead?”
Push it down quickly!