At the Qingyun Sect's grand tournament, the genius senior brother, born with a sword bone, unleashed his signature technique with earth-shaking force.
Shen Yan took one look and sighed. "When you build up power for your third move, your fifth move automatically backfires. You didn't know?"
The senior brother's concentration wavered, and he was instantly charred by his own lightning technique.
At an auction, an old monster proudly paid a fortune for an ancient secret manual.
Shen Yan flipped through it and said, "Page forty-nine is blank. Didn't you notice, senior?"
The old monster was so furious he spat blood. Shen Yan spent ten taels of silver to get the restored edition from the System, then turned around and sold it to the old monster's mortal enemy.
Righteous cultivators knelt all around him, calling him their savior.
Shen Yan took two steps back. "Don't thank me. I was just passing by and happened to spot a bug."
The cultivators were moved to tears. "Look! He even has to make excuses to hide his kindness when saving people. That's the bearing of a master of the demonic path!"
Shen Yan: "???"
Shen Yan had always thought of himself as a bad person.
He grew stronger by collecting other people's logical errors, crushed his opponents by exposing flaws in their techniques, and roamed the myriad realms by exploiting loopholes in the world's rules.
Every time he did something, he added another karmic debt to his ledger.
Until one day, the world's administrator appeared and said, "You're an error in my program."
Shen Yan was silent for a long time, then said, "So you've finally come. I knew this thing couldn't be free."
He thought he was the greatest villain in all the realms.
The whole world thought he was its savior.
Only the System stayed silent, because it was a bug itself.
