"Brother, lend me your life bone to help me become a god."
In his previous life, Ye Lin was a genius in the world of cultivation, but he was ruthlessly sacrificed by his twin brother, who had his bones drawn out to refine his soul, and he died with hatred.
When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn into a cyber-apocalypse where neon lights flashed and order collapsed.
Here, chaebols monopolize the sky and the poor live underground.
Here, mutated beasts run rampant and robots dominate.
Here, if you have money, you are God, if you don't have money, you can only be a mouse!
After resurrecting his life, Yelin looked at his "S-class forbidden left arm" that sealed the ancient dragon, and the "greedy system" beating on his retina, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Class F loser? I awakened the data dragon with my backhand and swallowed the S-class mecha in one gulp!
Lack of resources? I feed my war with war, and the gold coins I get from killing monsters pile up in piles!
Oppression by chaebols? Sorry, I bought your company, your building, and your life!
From the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the sewers, to the divine throne in the clouds four thousand meters above the ground.
Yelin led a dragon that could never have enough to eat, killing gods and Buddhas all the way.
"Bai Ye, no matter you are the Holy Son of the world of cultivation or the true god of this cyber world."
"In this life, I will tear down your altar and sell it for scrap!"
(The introduction is too weak, please move to the text! This punch is worth 30 billion!)
