At the start of his freshman year, Lin Mo just wanted to be a lazy theory major, coasting through life.
After all, in this world where martial artists reign supreme, an orphan like him with an F-grade constitution wasn't even fit to carry a genius's shoes.
Then he spent fifteen yuan on a boxed lunch, and a voice rang out in his mind:
[Host has spent 15 yuan. Converting it into fifteen years of perfect cultivation. Congratulations, Host, you have reached the peak of the Martial Warrior realm.]
Lin Mo froze.
He looked at the 35 yuan in change and fell into deep thought. If he spent all of it, wouldn't he take off right on the spot?
During the entrance test, he did his best to suppress his aura, yet the testing stele still cracked in nine places.
At the Freshman King tournament, a genius upperclassman kicked at him. Lin Mo instinctively flicked a finger, and a barren mountain thousands of miles away vanished in a thunderous blast.
A Martial Emperor from overseas infiltrated the school and threatened the lives of all its students and teachers, sneering, "How dare you mere ants stand in my way?"
Lin Mo sighed and quietly sent the Martial Emperor a 0.01-yuan cash gift.
The next moment, the Emperor's might swept across thirty thousand miles.
As the villain faded away, the only thing he heard was:
"Your life is worth one cent."
