The night the school bully locked Lin Bei in the wilderness zone to be fed to the rotting corpse dogs, he awakened the [Everything Attribute Panel].
His first move was to extract [Rabies] from a corpse dog. Taking revenge on the bully was only the beginning.
But he was still a hundred thousand yuan short of his little sister’s surgery costs. The hospital said they would stop treating her if he couldn’t pay within three days. She was the only family he had left.
There was no time to waste, but he could extract attributes from any corpse and even combine them to create upgraded ones.
A 70% success rate? He’d take the chance.
Five sets of materials ruined? Then he’d try again.
The night his synthesis succeeded, he walked into an underground boxing ring carrying a rusty utility knife.
Three straight wins, and he walked away with twenty-one thousand yuan. But what he didn’t know was… this was only the beginning.
Some called him creepy; others said he was cheating. Someone set a trap to steal his knife, surrounding him with twelve thugs in a warehouse.
He knocked them all down, then extracted their attributes.
Loot corpses, synthesize, get stronger, make money.
He didn’t know any orthodox martial arts, but in the end, he was sure to win!
You never knew whether he had a little knife or a brick in his pocket, or what outrageous move he might pull next.
But one thing was certain: he would never lose.
Because someone was always waiting for him to come home.
Later, people called him a “conceptual god” and said his fighting style was like writing code.
He didn’t know how to explain it. He was just protecting the people he cared about.
