Conquering a Hundred People, Ranked Dead Last

Before Lin Zhu died, he was chosen and sent into an ancient world of immortal cultivation.

He also received a conquest System.

Along with the ninety-nine other people who had been chosen, he was tasked with conquest missions.

The one hundred conquerors had to win the favor of those blessed by Heaven's Will in this world, then exchange that favor for fortune points.

The System settled scores once a month and displayed the conquerors' rankings.

The lowest-ranked person would have one of their abilities taken away, until the world eventually rejected them.

At the same time, the higher a transmigrator ranked, the better their rewards.

Miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to life, exceptional spiritual roots and physiques, peerless weapons that could grow stronger... Even the person in last place could receive a gift of immortality.

A mountain of treasure lay before them, ripe for the taking. The conquerors were full of enthusiasm.

Lin Zhu's luck wasn't great.

His beginner's gift pack gave him only an ordinary healing ability.

Compared to the charm auras, peerless looks, alchemy talent, and enhanced comprehension other transmigrators received, it was utterly insignificant.

Lin Zhu's path of conquest was full of setbacks.

When the first month's results were tallied, he came in last.

Lin Zhu thought he was about to die.

Then an accident sent him plunging into the mortal world.

At the time, a dynasty was changing hands. The emperor, seeking immortality, neglected state affairs. Treacherous officials abounded, and the nation was crumbling.

Bandits and soldiers ran rampant among the people. War erupted everywhere, the common folk were displaced, and suffering filled the land.

Lin Zhu had barely arrived before he couldn't help sighing.

"Fine, fine. I'll earn some good karma before I die."

First, he treated the sick and saved lives. Then he drove off bandits. After that... before he knew it, he had made a name for himself among the people.

Heaven's Will is vast, the road to immortality distant. The suffering of all living beings has no one to relieve it.

A lone candle burns itself to dispel calamity.

Everyone has fortune.

Ordinary people and Heaven's favored alike.

But the former have little fortune. No matter how much you pursue them, you can only gain a tiny amount of fortune points.

With the latter, a little favor is worth tens of thousands of ordinary people.

The conquerors heard there was one fool who refused to pursue Heaven's favored and instead stayed with useless commoners.

They said he must be tired of living.

They said that playing the saint would only get him killed faster.

They said the next one eliminated would definitely be that idiot.

But one month passed, then another.

Lin Zhu, who was destined to be eliminated, was still on the conquest rankings.

Not only that, although he hadn't even interacted with Heaven's favored, he continued to climb higher, little by little.

By the time the conquerors began to panic at the sight of his ranking...

Those Heaven's favored, so proud and difficult to win over,

for some reason had turned their attention to Lin Zhu.

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"Grant me a compassionate heart, and may every year of this world be peaceful."

[Reader's Guide]

1. A self-indulgent passion project, an experiment.

2. The protagonist will genuinely be adored by everyone, but it will happen gradually.

3. This is shameless wish-fulfillment fiction. Please don't read if it's not for you. I just want to see Heaven's favored, whom all the conquerors fail to win over, fall for a little bodhisattva who pities all living beings.

4. If lots of people read it, I'll make it long; if not, I'll keep it shorter (hint.jpg)

Blurb archived 2026/2/18

Theme: A thousand miles on the road to immortality are worth less than a single tear shed in the mortal world