A Gun to My Head? I Pull Out an SSS-Rank Certificate

After stumbling into an S-class contraband deal, Gu Yan found dozens of submachine guns pressed hard against his head.

The heiress of a financial conglomerate gave a sinister grin and ordered him killed. As a low-level odd-job worker, he seemed to have no way out but death.

At the brink of life and death, Gu Yan sighed, forced his trembling legs to steady, and expressionlessly pulled a piece of packaging from his pocket: the wrapper from last night’s leftover grilled cold noodles.

His talent, [Conceptual Materialization], activated! As long as you stay as calm as an old dog, anything can become real!

The highest-grade retinal infrared scanner blared an alarm: “Beep! Identity confirmed: [Global Supernatural Strategic Defense Bureau, Inspector No. 001]!”

The gang boss wet himself and dropped to his knees on the spot. The heiress’s entire worldview shattered, and she spent the night begging to call him Daddy.

From then on, Gu Yan began his breakneck journey of freeloading off the whole world through “forgery.” From the Will of Absolute Control by the Richest Man to the Property Fee Collection Notice from the Old Ruler of the Abyss…

When the gods descended from the heavens, Gu Yan silently pulled out a tissue. “You have three seconds. Let’s see if this Heavenly Dao arrest warrant is the real deal.”