My name is Chen Ping, and I’m a transmigrator.
When other people transmigrate, they either go from good-for-nothing to rising star, or get a System and climb to the top.
I’ve got it even better: I’m already max level from the start.
The kind of max level that can blow up a planet with one punch.
I thought my life story would go something like this:
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Don’t look down on a poor young man!”
“Under heaven and above earth, I alone am supreme!”
But my System gave me a story like this:
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve successfully turned a simple trip into a textbook defensive counterattack, dodging a lethal strike and using a barbell to finish off your opponent! Your low profile is your sharpest weapon!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve successfully disguised a violent wall-breaking attack as a precisely calculated strike against a structural weak point! Your wisdom is even more powerful than your fists!]
I look at my teammates, who mistake me for a strategic genius and keep wildly overthinking everything, and at the damn System spamming messages in my head.
I’m a max-level powerhouse who can shatter gods and demons with one punch. I just want to use my fists and show off like a normal person!
