After Dressing up as a Villain, I Relied on the System to Kill People Like Crazy.

The severe chest pain made Lin Chen choke and cough suddenly. The cold stone floor was pressed against his cheek, and there was a biting chill, mixed with the smell of rust lingering on the tip of his nose, which brought him back to reality from chaos. "Damn it, who the hell hit me?" Lin Chen subconsciously wanted to stand up, but as soon as his arms exerted their strength, his chest felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer and the pain was unbearable, and his vision became a little blurry. He squinted his eyes and looked around. What he saw was antique cornices and brackets, and blue-gray stone bricks underneath him. Dozens of disciples in moon-white robes stood around him, all of them with expressions of disdain or gloating. This is not his rental house, nor is it the desk where he died suddenly while working overtime.