Strange Recovery: I Suppress the Gods with My Martial Arts

Lin Yuan is a poor man. The rent is 1,200 yuan, 200 yuan for water and electricity, and 800 yuan for food. His life plan is: survive the night shift, get paid, and survive until next month. Until that day, a wet man in a trench coat walked into a convenience store and asked him to buy cigarettes. Lin Yuan noticed something was wrong with this man - it wasn't raining outside, but his windbreaker was wet. The hands were ice-cold, like frozen dead flesh. His eyes were empty, his pupils like two dry wells. Then the man smiled, grinning from ear to ear, showing his white teeth: "Can you see me? Very good... No one has been able to see me for a long time." Lin Yuan: "..." He just wanted to work the night shift to earn a few hundred yuan, so why did he end up with a ghost? What's even more outrageous is that the "healthy breathing method" his grandfather taught him before he left is actually a martial arts inheritance? The yellowed manual said: The furnace of fighting spirit can smelt all kinds of methods. Weird rules can also be used by me. Lin Yuan looked at the [Fighting Will Value +1] and [Fighting Will Value +66] that kept popping up during the battle, and fell into deep thought. So... Can I level up by killing monsters? Then what kind of class does he have? ——This is the story of a poor man with a mean mouth and a kind heart, who harvests wool, defeats monsters, upgrades, and suppresses the gods in a strangely resurrected world. [Strange recovery/martial arts/system flow/complaint flow/cool writing]