Dad, Did You Really Pick a Fight with the Heavenly Court?

[Big imagination, System, urban, comedy, feel-good power fantasy, hilarious antics, laugh-out-loud funny] “Good son, your dad’s struggling on the front lines. Burn me a few hundred billion to hold things together!” Chen Ming had several bizarre dreams like this every day, but he never paid them any mind. Finally, one day, his father was so furious he cursed him in a dream: “You little ingrate, why is it so hard to burn me some money? Your old man’s fighting the Heavenly Court right now, and military orders must be obeyed! Do you think everything I say is nonsense? Fine, I’ll send someone to find you!” Ding! The Netherworld Currency System has been bound! His dad needs money for the war? No problem. He’ll send it straight through the Bank of Heaven and Earth. His dad needs more men to storm a city? Easy. A few hundred tanks ought to do it. “Master, you know how to make model planes and cannons. Can you make a hydrogen bomb too?” Now even the Heavenly Court was having a hard time dealing with this father and son...