After waking up, overworked office drone Lin Mo found that he had not only transmigrated, but had also been bound to the "City's Strongest Live-in Son-in-Law System," which claimed it could help him reach the pinnacle of life. The missions were simple and straightforward: conquer his icy fiancée, Su Wanqing; face-slap all his rivals; inherit a fortune worth billions; then lie flat and enjoy life as a tycoon.
But the script he had imagined fell apart completely. They had barely met, and before he could even make his System-mandated "first display of charm," the icy beauty's sharp gaze had already seen right through him. "Another fake from who knows where?" she said, immediately calling for someone to throw him out.
While Lin Mo stood there in a daze, he decisively chose to follow his instincts and run. Who'd want this lousy mission, anyway? Just then, the System in his mind seemed like an old computer infected by a virus, blaring alarms as garbled text flooded the screen
[Warning!!! Unknown interference... Core protocol conflict... Bzzzt... High-dimensional worldline overlap detected... Parameter error... #&*... The original soul of the "Nine Netherworlds Demon Venerable" from the Cultivation World is synchronizing its descent... Fusion interrupted... Unknown error... Bzzzt...]
His fleeing steps abruptly halted. Lin Mo looked down in horror as a cluster of dark, profound black flames rose from his palm against his will, seeming to devour all light. A wave of destructive power spread around him.
He looked up in shock, meeting Su Wanqing's eyes as they suddenly narrowed, full of suspicion and uncertainty.
In his palm was the Demon Venerable's black flame, capable of burning all things to ash. In his mind was a son-in-law System crashing in a blizzard of garbled text. Before him was his icy fiancée, who could see right through him.
Lin Mo: "..."
So what the hell was he now? And who was pulling the strings behind the scenes, toying with this tangled fate?
