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The moment the gods opened their eyes, the entire army assembled to slay them turned to ash.
Zhang Xiaochun jolted back to his senses, only to find he had returned to the day before the game invaded.
In his previous life, he was cannon fodder at the very bottom. He struggled for ten years and still failed to find even his sister's remains.
This time, he seized a beta login device ahead of everyone else and drew a class even the System didn't recognize: Cultivator.
[Warning: This class is not in the class database. Assessment invalid...]
Invalid?
The Nine-Turn Profound Art made him grow stronger whenever he took a beating. The Supreme Clarity Appraisal Technique let him see through the seals on anything at a glance.
Players across the server threw unidentified gear away like scrap metal, while he spent every last coin he had buying it all up.
The whole internet laughed at him as a sucker with more money than sense.
No one knew that a month later, when the game descended upon reality and money became worthless, those pieces of "scrap metal" would turn out to contain divine artifacts capable of suppressing the world.
On Awakening Day, warriors stacked Strength, mages stacked Spirit, and everyone's class panels shone brightly.
Only Zhang Xiaochun's class field stood empty, displaying a single word: None.
Yet he had everything that wasn't listed on the System panel.
The great factions assembled their elite forces and formed parties to conquer a Star-level dungeon.
Zhang Xiaochun went in alone. Others cleared dungeons for gear; when he cleared one, he refined an entire world.
The sky is falling?
Then he'll punch it right back up!
I don't know why, but when I read this novel, the sentence "Don't burn my heart" always echoes in my ears from time to time! I always feel that this sentence can be followed in many places... Be steady... Keep the rules... Don't get heart-burning...🤦
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