Max-Level Thorns from the Start: Don’t Mess with That Human Nuclear Bomb

Chen Yexuan transmigrated into a high-martial world. Terrified of pain, he maxed out his defense and unexpectedly awakened the 10,000-fold [Causality-Based Damage Reflection System]. From then on, the worldview of this “human-shaped nuclear bomb” went completely off the rails. When a particle cannon with the power of tens of millions of tons blasted the ground, he calmly offered up some lamb skewers. “Thanks, buddy. This nuclear fusion is just right for cooking them medium-rare.” When he entered a forbidden land sealed for ten thousand years, he complained that the defensive formation was blocking the light and casually ripped it apart like plastic wrap, just to see whether the black soil inside was fertile. The apocalyptic demon dragon, which had roared for three hundred years and could vaporize mountains, got its horn knocked askew by a single slap from him. It was forced to put on a chain and plow fields in the restricted zone, tears in its eyes. Even a bloodline curse that crossed thousands of miles became nothing more than the fuse that blew up the Lei family’s ancestral graves and sent their entire clan skyward when he sneezed. Dragon General Qin Tian issued his trembling orders: “Don’t disturb him while he’s farming, and whatever you do, don’t get his school uniform dirty! Because beneath that harmless appearance lurks a terrifying monster capable of making the laws of physics go offline at any moment!”