My name is Lu Ming, and I deliver food.
One day, I woke up as the chosen unlucky guy in a world of martial arts heroes.
The System kept pushing me to act like a jerk:
It had me tell Hong Qigong, “Your foot odor is so strong, it’s practically been pickled into you.”
Before Duan Yu could meet his fairy-like dream girl, it made me swap his martial arts manual for Three Years of Exams, Five Years of Practice.
And it wanted me to beat Guo Jing to Huang Rong and say, “Your Jing-gege? He’s not really all that…”
At first, I was only trying to survive and get stronger.
Then one day, after I’d snatched every protagonist’s good fortune and beaten every villain, I realized…
I might have broken this entire martial world.
System: “Host, please stop exploiting every loophole!”
Looking at the piles of peerless martial arts manuals in my arms and the complicated looks from all the beautiful women behind me, I grinned.
“What’s the rush? This is just the beginning.”
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