Shen Lian transmigrated into another world and became an unlucky young constable hunted by killers.
The good news was that he had bound himself to a cultivation-assistance System: killing enemies granted experience, techniques, and attributes. He could grow stronger simply by assigning points.
The bad news was that more and more people were hunting him, and they were getting stronger all the time.
Until one day, after fighting his way through the world and mastering countless divine techniques, he stumbled upon a shocking secret:
Something about this world seemed off.
Why did those so-called “paradise realms” look more and more like game instances?
Why did those “immortal” demons keep dying and coming back, over and over, like respawning enemies?
And why did those “humanity’s seals” suppressing the demons look like anti-idling measures designed to stop instance monsters from respawning?
Shen Lian understood.
“Daoist, listen to me! If you all withdraw from the paradise realm, the demons inside will respawn. Then we’ll have an endless supply of cultivation resources, materials, and magic treasures!”
“You vile fiend! You dare unleash the undying evil spirits? This old man will fight you to the death!”
Shen Lian watched the white-bearded Daoist charge at him, then glanced at the bright health bar above his head and fell into deep thought.
He looked down at the ground beneath his feet. Why did this boundless expanse of land have a health bar too?
[Ding! Destructible environment detected. Attack?]
Shen Lian: “...”
