At Thirty, the System Chose Me

The year his parents died, he was twelve. His grandparents raised him. After graduating from junior high, he went to work in a factory. He earned 5,200 a month, sent 4,000 home, and ate all three meals a day in the factory cafeteria. At thirty, he lived in a six-person dorm, had been rejected in all five matchmaking attempts, and had his supervisor publicly pin the blame on him, costing him half a month’s wages. Everyone thought Chen Mo’s life would always be like this. Until one night, a voice rang out in his mind: “The Host spent thirty years in the mud, yet has no mud on his hands. That is why.” The System gave him money, a home, and a chance to stand tall. Later, he lost eight million in one night on a gambling boat in Macau without even blinking. After throwing up in his hotel room, he stared at himself in the mirror and asked: What the hell is the point of living like this? So the System gave him a second answer. Beyond that door lay martial arts, cultivation, immortals, gods, and a spark of fire at the edge of the universe. At thirty, he was just a quality inspector who had been docked 2,600 yuan. After thirty, he held the myriad worlds in his palm and turned the page on the universe.