I Became a God by Acting Bad, and the System Begged Me Not to Lie Down.

"Boom——!!!" A purple-gold thunder ripped through the sky without warning and struck Lin Xiaofan's rental house on the sixth floor of the urban village with crumbling walls and rusty air-conditioning unit. Lin Xiaofan, who was lying paralyzed on the bed, with potato chips in his left hand and Fat House Happy Water in his right hand, and takeout boxes piled at his feet, was engulfed by the dazzling lightning before he could even finish shouting "Fuck!" His last consciousness was—— "Damn it... Is this shabby house finally going to collapse? It's good, so I can save myself from paying next month's rent..."