Burning incense and taking a ritual bath.
He lit three… cigarettes!
[Congratulations, Host, you’ve drawn…]
Twenty consecutive draws.
One golden chest, three silver chests, and the rest were all iron and bronze.
When Cao Cheng saw the loot, his face darkened.
What the hell was the difference between this twenty-draw and the last ten-draw?
Last time, he got one gold and two silvers from ten draws.
This time, after twenty, he only got one extra silver?
But…
When Cao Cheng opened the chests and saw their contents, his expression softened.
No flashy skills this time.
But all practical stuff.
The system’s rewards were getting more down-to-earth.
That was good…
The three silver chests contained:
1. [Fragrant Tea] – 1 pound.
2. [Skill Upgrade Card] – 1 piece.
3. [Enhancement Serum] – 1 dose.
The golden chest gave: [Storage Space] – 1000 cubic meters (10 meters in length, width, and height)!
Now that was some fantasy-level stuff.
When he saw the Fragrant Tea earlier, Cao Cheng had a feeling the chests might eventually yield cultivation items—like techniques or elixirs.
But who’d have thought the first thing to pop up would be a storage dimension?
This was the ultimate tool for hiding bodies, traveling light, and all-around convenience.
Then there was the Enhancement Serum, which could explosively increase his physical limits.
The Skill Card wasn’t bad either.
It could raise any skill below the master level.
For example, his advanced cooking could be upgraded to master-level.
But Cao Cheng decided to save it for later. His current cooking skills were more than enough.
As for the other chests, they gave him plenty of stat boosts.
And some junk—like "Green Mint Gum" and "Ultra-Thin Raincoats." Seriously?
The gacha really had everything.
An hour later.
Cao Cheng stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat.
The Enhancement Serum had drastically boosted his stats, reshaping his body into perfection.
Combined with the other stat boosts from the chests,
his attributes now averaged 20 points—double the peak human limit.
But his combat power? Dozens of times stronger.
His grasp of martial arts felt smoother, more instinctive.
After showering,
he stood in front of the mirror.
Staring at his reflection, he froze.
Damn, was this face even legal?
He was making himself dizzy.
What girl could resist this?
Even his facial structure had subtly shifted, just enough to make him look sharper, more striking.
This kind of micro-adjustment was insane.
If he threw on a tight shirt, flexed that tapered waist and broad back… he’d be walking human pheromones.
---
8 PM.
Dynasty Nightclub.
"Bro!"
"Yeah, you’re here—wait, the hell happened to you?" The man at the head of the table, Kuang Long, glared at his younger brother.
Meng Hu was a mess—face bruised, head wrapped in bandages.
Pathetic.
Someone dared lay a hand on Kuang Long’s little brother?
They had a death wish.
"Bro…"
Meng Hu, once a hulking musclehead, now looked like a beaten-up chump.
Even so, the surrounding lackeys still greeted him respectfully: "Brother Meng Hu."
"…"
He used to love his badass nickname.
Now it just sounded like a joke.
"What the hell went down? You got jumped? Who did this? I swear, if some punk thinks they can mess with the Dragon-Tiger Gang, they’re dead." Kuang Long snarled.
The girl beside him flinched.
Meng Hu grimaced. "They’re… not from the streets."
"??"
Kuang Long blinked, shook his head, then stared. "Say that again."
Meng Hu sighed. "Not a gangster. But the guy knew how to fight. A real martial artist."
No further explanation was needed.
In this room,
the Dragon-Tiger brothers were the toughest fighters.
Meng Hu’s muscles weren’t just for show—he was a brawler.
For someone to beat him this badly? They had to be skilled.
Kuang Long: "You’re telling me it was just one guy?"
"Yeah." Meng Hu hung his head.
"Fcking hell—" Kuang Long kicked him hard, sending him sprawling.
Pointing at his brother, he roared, "Where’s that killer instinct, huh? You let one guy do this to you? You a damn vegetarian now?"
The lackeys stayed silent. The girls didn’t dare breathe.
After a minute of cursing, Kuang Long finally cooled off.
"Where does this guy live? You know?"
"Y-yeah." Meng Hu nodded fast.
"Let’s move."
Kuang Long stood.
The lackeys followed.
Meng Hu hesitated. "Bro, this guy’s no joke."
"Oh, for fck’s sake—" Kuang Long kicked him again, sending him stumbling.
No wonder he was pissed.
If this was a gang fight, sure, bring weapons, bring numbers.
But one civilian? One guy?
What, were their knives just for show?
And no matter how good someone was,
they couldn’t take on a whole crew.
Did this guy think he was Bruce Lee?
Every man here had street-fighting experience.
Kuang Long’s real anger came from his brother’s cowardice.
Pathetic.
"Shut the hell up and lead the way."
Street justice waited for no one.
---
Meanwhile,
Cao Cheng had no idea a storm of negativity was heading his way.
After dinner, he bought some fruit and a carton of milk.
Time to visit Aunt Wang.
Knock knock knock…
"Who is it?"
"Coming, coming—why so loud?"
Creak.
The door opened.
Aunt Wang jumped back a step.
(⊙ˍ⊙): "What do you want?"
Oh great.
He’s showing up at her door now.
This little bastard had some nerve.
[Ding~ Negative Emotion +10!]
Wow.
Just seeing me pisses you off, huh, Aunt Wang?
Cao Cheng grinned, lifting the gifts. "Auntie, I’m here to check on Little Wu."
"Little Wu?…" Aunt Wang blinked, then scowled. "What nonsense."
"Ah, my bad. Little Zhou, the Zhou siblings. They’re surnamed Zhou, right?"
"It’s Zhou." (╬ Ò﹏Ó)
"Right, right, Little Zhou. Man, my memory’s shot—I was thinking of the ‘Zhou Wu Zheng Wang’ order and got mixed up."
Cao Cheng put on an apologetic face. "Seeing them hurt today didn’t sit right with me, so I brought some fruit and milk to help them recover. Auntie, aren’t you gonna invite me in? Where’d you learn your manners?"
"…"
Aunt Wang’s eye twitched.
Oh-ho.
This little bastard.
His words and actions were polar opposites.
Bringing gifts just to insult her?
Mocking her upbringing now?
Classic.
Only he’d pull this crap.
"Get in here." She growled.
"Gladly."
Cao Cheng walked in with a smile and casually asked, "By the way, Aunt Wang, I heard you lost quite a bit of money at the internet café today?"
[Ding~ Negative emotions +20!]
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