“Bro, can I borrow that System of yours to play with?”
On a stormy night, Shen Chen took a lethal blow to protect Zhao Hao, only to see poisonous greed in the eyes of the “brother he’d shared life and death with.”
“To bring Lin Qingxue back to life, I’d steal the lives of the Myriad Worlds themselves. You think I’d hesitate over a System?”
His soul transmigrated into a good-for-nothing body, with the remnant soul of his beloved locked inside his sea of consciousness. The “Myriad Tribulations Redemption System” was his only lifeline. If he failed to break through within three months, Qingxue’s soul would vanish. If he went easy on his enemies, the System would punish him with a shock that struck his very soul!
From a lowly nobody hunted down in the mortal realm, to the “demon” who slaughtered his pursuers in the spirit realm, to the “money-mad sword cultivator” who drove his enemies to madness by monopolizing the black market in the immortal realm... On Shen Chen’s path, he had to make enough money and take absolute revenge. Only Qingxue’s name remained the soft spot he concealed beneath his bloodshed.
“Shen Chen, how are you any different from a beast if you even kill your own brother?” Xuan Ye laughed wildly atop a mountain of corpses, scheming to seize Lin Qingxue’s temporal origin.
Shen Chen weighed the bag of spirit stones in his hand and pointed his sword at the sky. “A beast? At least I know who I’m protecting.”
When he cleaved time and space apart with a single strike, the Myriad Worlds trembled, and Lin Qingxue, her body restored, landed behind him.
“I’ve conquered the worlds you wanted.” He turned around. Amid the stench of blood clinging to him, there was a clumsy tenderness in his eyes. “Now it’s my turn to protect you.”
