Remembering a Catty of Crystal

[Pioneering concept]+ [Online game + cultivation]+ [Defense build]+ [One female lead]+ [Comedy]+ [Tactics]+ [No System]

[The lower my attack, the stronger I get]

[Playing a game with people from the underworld]

[A type of story you've never seen before]

“Want to go kill someone?”

Chu Nan raised his head slightly. His gaze was cool, his voice calm as he replied, “I need to sharpen my blade.”

It was all because he had a talent that looked like utter garbage to everyone else: each time he sharpened his blade, his combat power increased by one-thousandth.

Everyone laughed at how weak the talent was, but Chu Nan firmly believed that there were no useless talents in this world, only lives wasted through surrender.

Why did everyone think it was worthless?

Because they hadn't found the right way to use it yet.

“What if I stack it for three days and three nights?”

At the thought, Chu Nan's lips curled into a faintly wicked smile.

From then on, every time Chu Nan went to kill someone, he sharpened his blade first.

He set himself a modest goal: stack it a hundred million times.

So what if they were Great Emperors? He could still split their skulls open.

In Chu Nan's eyes, cleaving the firmament with a single strike was nowhere near his limit. It was only the limit of his whetstone.