Lin Jian transmigrated to a high-martial world and awakened a bizarre System: the Anti-Grind System.
While everyone else trained like mad, he slept in the back row. As a result, he simulated martial arts in his dreams and gained a level.
While everyone else fought to the death, he soaked goji berries in a corner. As a result, he passively absorbed the battlefield's murderous aura and forged a divine body.
While everyone else worked themselves to the bone preparing for the beast tide, he lounged in his dorm. As a result, his aura leaked out, terrifying millions of ferocious beasts into kneeling and begging for mercy before fleeing three hundred miles overnight.
The teachers and students at his school all called him the most useless bottom-ranked special admit in history. His drawer was stuffed with expulsion letters.
Then one day, an Abyssal rift erupted, the Beast Emperor arrived, and the apocalypse began.
As everyone stared in despair, Lin Jian yawned and slowly sat up on the roof of the dormitory.
He rubbed his eyes and impatiently waved at the Beast Emperor, whose shadow blotted out the sky.
“Get lost. You're blocking my sunshine.”
The next second, the Beast Emperor exploded.
The entire place fell silent.
The principal asked in a trembling voice, “L-Lin Jian, what realm are you in?”
Lin Jian, sleepy: “Huh? What realm? I just... sleep in the right position, that's all.”
