Friends Are All My Human Cauldrons, and I Return as an Evil God
I was once the last beacon of light in the cultivation world, but my closest friend stabbed me in the back with a sword, wiping out my entire family. What a glorious life.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become a sickly weakling at an urban orphanage, someone anyone could bully. Frail, poor, and on the verge of dropping out of school. Then a voice rang out in my mind: [Binding successful. Use 'friendship' as a bridge to forge contracts and exchange causality.]
I quickly figured out the rules. I traded my brother's 'three years of romantic luck' for a hundred thousand in windfall money, and a top student's 'head full of inspiration' for a place at the top of the exam rankings. As I watched those who regarded me as a confidant, I named the System in my heart: 'Kindred Spirits.'
Kindred spirits? No. What I want is for me to think, and for him to make the sacrifice.
In this life, Luo Zhenyu, the son of the richest man, shares the name of the sworn enemy I hated most. Right now, he sincerely regards me as his only brother.
He slings an arm around my shoulders. "Mo Lian, everything I have is yours to share!"
I look at the prompt above his head: [Can be activated: exchange his family's century-old foundation], and answer with my most 'moved' smile.
In this life, I will cultivate no merit and revere no Heavenly Dao. My closest friends will all be the human cauldrons I use to climb back to the summit.
When I have drained the city dry and returned to the peak, the roar of my nemesis will ring out from above the nine heavens. I look up at the immortals crowding the skies, a mocking smile tugging at my lips.
"Don't rush... My list of 'friends' is still short a few spots for immortals who live forever."
