I Created Urban Legends

[My new novel, I'm a Male Top-Tier Star, but I Awakened an Actress System?, is now underway! It's a feel-good entertainment-industry story where the golden finger is used in all sorts of ingenious ways. If you like this kind of thing, come take a look!]

Ling Buwu went from being the miserable heir to a funeral-service chain to a handsome guy in the slums.

System: [To make up for your losses, Host, here's a golden finger! All you have to do is collect Fright Points to shop in the mall. Before long, you'll be a rich man, marry a beautiful heiress, and reach the peak of life!]

Ling Buwu was overjoyed. Following the instructions, he grabbed a gambling addict on the street who had murdered his wife and child.

Then he went home and took out the System's special sandbox.

Inside the one-square-meter sandbox's tiny black room, the ten-centimeter-tall gambler was dominating the mahjong parlor. His equally tiny gambling buddies paid up, grumbling as they started another round.

Ling Buwu put some water in a plastic bag and froze it in the freezer, making a miniature ghost hand. Then he grabbed the gambler's ankle with it!

Gambler: Aaaah! (!!! ○ Д ○)!!!

From then on, countless criminals beyond the reach of the law were in trouble, as an enormous hand from beyond the heavens pinned them down and mercilessly fleeced them.

Brutal wife-beater: Someone knocked on the door while I was beating my wife. I thought she'd called the cops again, but it was a paper effigy??

Serial killer: The corpse I was dumping suddenly got up and chased me, screaming. I even ran out of one shoe, damn it!

Human trafficker with countless crimes to his name: I woke up at night to find a few little clay devils hanging me up and kicking me around like a ball. I was so scared I pissed myself on the spot.

Wife-murdering insurance scammer: My dead ex-wives... came back.

Creep who imprisoned people in his cellar: Who the hell locked the cellar door? Somebody, I can't get out! Help, boohoo!

They couldn't see the boundless giant hand hanging over the sandbox, but their lives had become a lot more colorful.

Ling Buwu: Do you think this is easy for me? I have to make paper effigies, sculpt clay figures, put on creepy makeup, and build props with my own hands... Then I have to use secret identities, pose as an old Taoist master, scam people, and bury corpses... It's exhausting!

And the most troubling thing is, why is the poor kid next door I've been raising getting more and more vicious?

[Behind-the-scenes mastermind power fantasy] [One-man supernatural world] [Secret identity never exposed] [Even the couple won't discover each other's secret identities]

[Younger man raised by older love interest]

Handsome, carefree older bottom VS wild, unhinged younger top

Theme: Punish evil, promote good, and earn complete merit.