Jiahao System: I Show Off and Slay the Emperor with One Sword?

[Invincible] [Sword Immortal] [Feel-Good] [Sword Emperor] [Immortal Emperor] [Cultivation] [System] [Decisive and Ruthless] [No Saintly Heroics]

Lin Chen, a former programmer, dies suddenly after working 996 hours and transmigrates to a fantasy world.

After being crushed by the rat race in his previous life, all he wants now is to lie flat. He spends his days sunbathing and eating roast chicken, his cultivation utterly unchanged, and life couldn't be sweeter.

Then the Blackwind Emperor surrounds the Qingyun Sect, and the Discipline Elder kicks him out to serve as cannon fodder.

The whole sect cowers behind the mountain gate. Lin Chen looks at the thirty thousand bandits across from him and realizes they've sold him out.

Fine. He's going to die either way.

He points at the Blackwind Emperor and says, “A nobody like you thinks you deserve the title of Emperor? One strike of my sword is all it takes to kill you.”

He even laughs at his own words. A good-for-nothing at the third Qi Refining level, killing whom?

Then a chime rings in his mind. The System activates. One swing of his sword, and the Blackwind Emperor and his mount are cleaved in half.

The entire sect falls silent. The next moment, the Sect Master drops to his knees, and three thousand disciples cry out in unison, “Sword Venerable!”

Lin Chen stands there with his sword, dumbfounded.

Worse, this lousy System follows just one rule: pull off a successful boast, and your swagger points soar. Fail, and a lightning tribulation of public humiliation strikes you down.

He wants to admit defeat, but everyone says it's the humility of a great master. He tries to run, but everyone says he's unfathomably profound. He casually remarks that the end of the sword path is chopping wood, and sword cultivators from all eight sects reach enlightenment together.

The whole continent is convinced he's a reclusive Sword Venerable. Villains line up to get themselves killed, and the Immortal Emperors issue a joint kill order.

“I'm really not some great master! Stop imagining things!”

No one believes him. In a fantasy world, he's forced to boast, and once he starts, he can't stop.