[Invincible protagonist + ruthless and decisive + no do-gooder act + no harem + playful]
Dad died in the Ganges. He was eating beef jerky on the streets of Varanasi when he got chased for eight blocks, stumbled into the river, and choked on a lungful of industrial waste.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in the Nonsense Continent.
In this world, cities belong to clans, clans belong to sects, sects belong to dynasties, and dynasties belong to empires. Each layer crushes the one below it, leaving bottom-tier rogue cultivators gasping for air.
Dad was at the very bottom: Body Refining, First Layer, so poor his underwear had patches, and with a face that practically begged to be punched.
People slapped him as he walked down the street, flipped his table while he was eating, and even stray dogs bared their teeth at him.
But he had a System bound to his mind.
Getting slapped triggered a quest. Getting kicked around triggered one, too. Complete a quest, and he’d get ten layers of cultivation right away.
While everyone else risked their lives to level up, he leveled up by taking a beating.
And the most ridiculous part? The AK-47 in his pocket had transmigrated with him.
At Body Refining, Layer One Hundred, a blind county prodigy tried to step on him to make a name for himself. Dad smashed every tooth in his mouth with the butt of his rifle.
At Body Refining, Layer Five Hundred, a sect elder tried to use him as an ingredient for a pill. Dad showed up at the alchemy room with his AK and sprayed a whole magazine through the doorway.
At Body Refining, Layer One Thousand, the crown prince brought thirty thousand cavalrymen to wipe out his entire family. Dad stood alone at the city gate, cigarette dangling from his lips as he worked the bolt
“One man is all it takes.”
The survivors asked who he was. Spitting out his cigarette butt, he said something nobody understood: “I’m your daddy.”
Others cultivate to live forever. He cultivates with a gun.
From the cities all the way to the divine realm, the AK never stops firing, and his knack for taunting never lets up.
At last, the gods and Buddhas in the heavens could stand it no longer. They sent down a divine decree demanding to know: Who are you, really? Dad worked the bolt and laughed up at the sky. “What do you think?”
In a nutshell: Unlimited Body Refining levels, an AK in hand, and anyone who steps on me gets killed.
