I'm Obviously a Weakling, So Why Do the Ghosts Call Me a Tyrant?

“System, give me more points! Put them all into Strength!”

“Host, your Strength has already gone through the roof. You can punch a mountain to pieces. How about putting some points into Spirit instead?”

“Bullshit! Yesterday, I almost got killed by a mosquito (the true form of a Demon Emperor) when I went outside! This world is way too dangerous. I’m still too weak! Even if I die, I’ll die while putting points into my stats! Give me more!!”

Lu Chen transmigrates to a bizarre world where demons run rampant and human lives are worth less than grass.

After awakening the [Ultimate Path Panel], he can gain unlimited stat points just by killing demons and eating their meat!

A cautious man with a “persecution complex,” Lu Chen lives by just two principles:

Pull up the roots when you weed. It’s only safe once every last bit of your enemy has been scattered to the winds.

Only when your muscles are harder than steel can you feel even a shred of warmth in this cold world.

Years later, Lu Chen stands a hundred zhang tall, flames like a nuclear blast raging around him, one foot planted on a Demon God’s head. He stares in terror at the little demon cowering before him.

“Don’t come any closer! I’m warning you, even I’m scared of what’ll happen if I throw this punch!”

Countless demons wail, “Boss, please stop pretending! You’re a tyrant. Why are you acting like a weakling?!”