The Unkillable Dandy

In his previous life, Li Mu was the editor-in-chief of the online literary platform History Channel. He scolded the author every day: "Another double-click to break off the engagement? Another double-click to test the lifeblood? Let someone else write it." Then he wore it himself. He was transformed into the crown prince of Zhenbei Palace in Shuofeng Town, Dayong - a real scumbag: he had killed a maid, owed eighty-three thousand taels to the Ministry of Household Affairs, had a drink with the Beidi envoy, and was shot through by a lieutenant and thrown into a mass grave. The news spread back to the city, and two firecrackers were set off throughout the city. Li Mu sat up from the grave and patted the mud on his body. Good news: He can't die. Knives, stabbings with guns, poisoned wine, and falling off cliffs all grow back in minutes; there is no upper limit to strength, the more you hit, the more you fight; he can figure out the fate of others who have worked hard to cultivate at a glance. Bad news: There are rules in this world - if your life is limited and your power is limitless, God will take it away from you. Every time he exerts his power beyond the limit, the world will take a hit for him: drought, locusts, frost, epidemic, and war. It is called "God's compensation" in history. So Li Mu learned the first lesson since time travel: it is easy to be invincible, but the difficult thing is how to prevent the world from being beaten for you after becoming invincible. He first blackmailed his enemies with eleven thousand taels, smashed the deputy general with a slap in the face, and single-handedly defeated Beidi's 30,000 cavalry; he opened a bank, built canals, issued disaster relief bonds, and used money and systems to turn all those who wanted to kill him into shareholders; he finally overturned the contract of heaven made by the immortal five hundred years ago - it turns out that the fate of the sky is just a machine that has drained the world's blood for five hundred years. After defeating the last enemy, he sat in front of the tavern and basked in the sun. Someone seeks revenge and stabs his heart with a sword. Blood came out. He was stunned for three seconds, laughing so hard that his eyes were bent: "Hey, I'll be in pain."