I Use My Misery to Become a God

Chen Feng was reborn. It's not about going back to high school and becoming a top student, nor is it about dressing up as a good-for-nothing young man waiting to break off the engagement. He opened his eyes and found that he was a beggar, lying in the garbage, covered in wounds, even a dog. The only good news is that he is bound to a "tragic system". Points are awarded for being beaten, points for being injured, and points for being stepped on. Points can be used to exchange skills, physical fitness, and a sword that can curse. The sword spirit has a bad mouth, but it hurts to kill someone. Chen Feng soon discovered that the world was far more complicated than he imagined. Warriors are divided into nine realms. Above the martial disciples there is the Martial King, and above the Martial King there is the Martial Emperor. The Martial Arts Association regulates the rules on the surface, but secretly there are evil cultivating sects stirring up trouble. And the city of Jianning in Fujian Province where he is located is just a small corner in this big game. He is just a casual cultivator of the fourth level of martial arts. He has no life chart and no background. The only trump card in his hand is the shady black sword. In the nine-city melee in the provincial competition, he was the fifth substitute, and everyone thought he made up the number. But he knew that this life was saved and he had to live it well. The provincial competition is not the end. National competition, heirs of heaven, twelve opponents who also have systems, and the truth hidden in the dark that has been waiting for him for twenty years. There is never a chosen person in this world. Only those who can bear it.