The Death of Liu Chuang

Yunhai City.

"So, how was today's income?" A black-robed man stood before a young man.

The young man wore a faint smile, appearing calm and composed.

"Not bad. With the organization's help... I can now earn about 10,000 kindness points daily. Before, even if I spent the whole day helping elderly ladies cross the street, I’d only get one or two thousand points."

Clearly, this was none other than Liu Chuang, the chosen one bound to the "Helping Others Brings Joy" system.

"That’s good. Save up this month’s system currency. At the end of the month, we’ll split it fifty-fifty at headquarters..."

"Brother Zhang, another fifty-fifty split?"

The black-robed man raised his eyes. "Got a problem with that? Without the association’s support—spending manpower and resources to set up opportunities for you to show off—would you have leveled up so fast?"

Liu Chuang fell silent. He truly had no rebuttal.

Before joining the Chosen Ones Association, he had been utterly clueless after binding with the "Helping Others Brings Joy" system, running around like a headless chicken trying to do so-called good deeds.

But let’s not forget... Liu Chuang was originally a street thug. What the hell did he care about doing good deeds?

Sometimes, after doing something "good," he’d even get cursed out.

Things had indeed improved after joining the Chosen Ones Association—they clearly knew what they were doing. But their fees were exorbitant. Handing over half his monthly "salary" was painful.

Human greed knows no bounds, just like internet celebrities livestreaming sales.

When they were small-time streamers making a few hundred a day, taxes didn’t seem so bad. But once they blew up, earning millions daily and hundreds of millions yearly... those hefty taxes made them risk evasion.

Liu Chuang was now itching to break free from the Chosen Ones Association.

After all, he was already a grandmaster. His abilities far surpassed his former weak self. Even without doing those so-called "good deeds," he could live lavishly.

Deep down, he was still that street thug. No amount of "good deeds" had changed him.

With his grandmaster cultivation, wouldn’t it be amazing to roam free?

But once entangled with the Chosen Ones Association, escaping would be near impossible.

He knew how terrifying the association’s inner circle was. As a mere grandmaster, he could only keep grinding for them.

The black-robed man nodded slightly. "Remember, half the reason you’ve grown this strong is thanks to the Chosen Ones Association..."

With that, the black-robed figure vanished into the night.

"Brother Zhang? Brother Zhang, you still there?" Liu Chuang whispered.

Once sure the man was truly gone, he spat in disgust.

"Tch! Damn it... With my grandmaster strength, I could do anything! In Dragon Country, I could earn hundreds of millions as a bodyguard. Overseas, I could rule my own turf. Yet here I am, slaving away for you."

"Damn it, this is so damn frustrating."

Just then, the space before him twisted, and another black-robed figure materialized.

This one, however, hovered mid-air, exuding an imposing aura.

"You... who are you...?"

Liu Chuang was startled.

"Brother... Brother Zhang? You’re back? Heh... I knew you hadn’t left!"

Instantly, Liu Chuang performed a complete about-face.

Clearly, he’d mistaken this black-robed man for the other.

The figure floated silently, robes billowing without wind, his entire form shrouded in darkness—even his face obscured.

"Brother Zhang, believe me... I was just joking earlier. How could I ever betray the association?"

Liu Chuang fawned shamelessly, even stepping closer to the black-robed man.

"Brother Zhang, you’re incredible! Learned a new skill already—levitation! Truly, a Dou Zong expert is fearsome indeed!"

Yet despite the flattery, the black-robed man remained silent.

Liu Chuang’s expression gradually stiffened.

Shit... this guy isn’t Brother Zhang, is he?

"Senior... may I ask your esteemed name?"

Still, the black-robed man said nothing. Instead, he slowly raised a hand—and in an instant, a terrifying pressure erupted!

The very air seemed to solidify. Liu Chuang’s face paled in horror.

As a grandmaster martial artist, the energy in his meridians was now completely suppressed, rendering him no stronger than an ordinary man.

This overwhelming pressure... he’d only ever felt it from high-ranking figures like the association’s deputy leaders.

Could it be... his thoughts of desertion had reached the deputy leader? Or even the leader himself?

And now, they’d come to eliminate him personally?

Thud! Liu Chuang dropped to his knees.

"My lord, I swear absolute loyalty to the Chosen Ones Association from now on! I’ll never dare entertain thoughts of rebellion again... I’ll work myself to the bone for the association, without complaint..."

But his pleas were met only with a cold, condensed palm strike—a manifestation of pure energy!

The devastating blow slammed Liu Chuang into the concrete, leaving a half-meter-deep palm imprint in the ground.

"M-my lord... why...?" Liu Chuang’s weak groan escaped.

Bam! Another strike.

Then a third. After three hits, Liu Chuang’s life force was utterly extinguished.

[Ding! Host has slain the chosen one "Liu Chuang." Reward obtained: Bronze Treasure Chest, "Helping Others Brings Joy" system.]

A long-awaited system chest.

Though Liu Chuang had only dropped a Bronze-tier one.

Jiang Che’s system was a Villain System. The more a protagonist was tormented before death, the higher the chest’s rank.

Since Jiang Che hadn’t tortured Liu Chuang—ending him swiftly—only a Bronze chest appeared.

But it was enough. Jiang Che had only wanted Liu Chuang’s "Helping Others Brings Joy" system anyway.

This black-robed figure was merely a puppet Jiang Che had sent. Even as a chosen one, how could an early-stage grandmaster hope to oppose a Shattering Heaven realm expert?

Unlike Ye Qing’s disciple, Liu Chuang lacked any protective talismans. A few strikes were all it took!

Liu Chuang died with eyes wide open, his body flattened into a two-dimensional mess, eyeballs ruptured—a gruesome sight.

To the very end, he believed the Chosen Ones Association had come to purge him.

The black-robed puppet took out a phone, sent Jiang Che a message, then began cleaning up the scene.

[Boss, mission accomplished.]