Lin Mo thought he was just an ordinary food delivery guy.
Then one day, a golden orb of light crashed into his head, leaving behind a line of icy text:
[Ding, Host. I am your System. My previous Host was the last Martial Dao Supreme of the Three Thousand Worlds. Before dying, he entrusted me to you.]
[From now on, I’ll make you stronger. Much stronger.]
Lin Mo glanced at the braised chicken with rice in his hand, nearly gone cold, then at the thugs on the ground who had been bullying people moments ago.
“...All right.”
Then let’s start with this street.
