I Practice Ancient Martial Arts, So How Did I Become an Evil Cultivator?

This is an age when everyone practices martial arts.

Injecting hormones is the right path. Swallowing pills is the ultimate truth.

As for exercise? That's a primitive habit! Self-discipline? That's a heresy against humanity!

Zhang Zheng, a “poor student” who sticks to ancient martial arts and refuses performance-enhancing drugs, awakens the [Point Allocation System] just as he's about to give in to reality.

He assumes he'll have to kill and rob to get ahead, but the System's judgments are bizarrely phrased:

[Detected that Host ran five kilometers. This behavior is extremely irrational. Reward: +1 stat point!]

[Detected that Host refused to take the “Devil Tendon Pill.” This thinking is wildly unconventional. Reward: +5 Strength!]

[Detected that Host did strength training. This is a foolish act of self-torture. Reward: +10 Constitution!]

Looking at the “righteous geniuses” all over the streets, their drug side effects making scales and bone spurs grow from their bodies, Zhang Zheng silently lifts a dumbbell, showing off muscles built the natural way.

“If self-discipline makes me a heretic, then I guess I'll have to use these ‘evil’ fists to beat the stuffing out of you drug addicts!”