Chu Yuan had a terrifying yet bold thought cross his mind!
Creating systems... If Mr. Jiang could manufacture systems, and if his own "Ironhead System" and the newly acquired "Seal Demon System" interface templates were nearly identical, then could it be... that his Ironhead System was also crafted by Mr. Jiang?
The moment this possibility dawned on him, a storm of shock surged from the depths of his heart.
Nothing could be more earth-shattering than this!
After all, the Ironhead System had been his ultimate trump card—something he had never once doubted, even though it had screwed him over countless times.
Wait... If his Ironhead System was indeed Mr. Jiang’s creation, then what about all those treasures he’d obtained from the Heavenly Court’s secret realm? Could they have been swapped out?
Clearly, Chu Yuan was an exceptionally clever Chosen One, piecing together many unsettling possibilities.
This realization filled him with overwhelming dread.
It was like thinking he had climbed a towering peak, only to realize... that the so-called peak was merely someone else’s fingertip.
His most relied-upon trump card had been casually manufactured by another person. And if Jiang Che had created the system, then he must have a way to monitor him!
In an instant, Chu Yuan’s guard against Jiang Che shot up to maximum.
"Mr. Jiang... You possess such methods? Even systems can be fabricated by you?"
Chu Yuan didn’t rush to expose Jiang Che’s true intentions. Jiang Che wouldn’t just hand out systems for free—there had to be a catch!
At the same time, he recalled how many Chosen Ones at the Cultivator Academy had recently acquired systems, with many rejoicing over their newfound "golden fingers."
But now it seemed... all those systems were likely mass-produced by Mr. Jiang!
Faintly, Chu Yuan felt as though he had glimpsed a corner of the celestial palace through the parting clouds—but even that brief glimpse sent tremors through his soul.
Before knowing the truth, you saw me as a frog in a well gazing at the moon. After touching the truth, you see me as a mayfly beholding the vast heavens!
"Hmph, no need to hide it anymore. That Ironhead System of yours was indeed my creation," Jiang Che admitted bluntly.
"Without my system, could you have reached the Martial God Realm so quickly? Hmm?"
Chu Yuan fell silent because Jiang Che was absolutely right.
The Ironhead System, though often infuriating—forcing him into reckless missions despite obvious dangers—had undeniably accelerated his cultivation, allowing him to touch the threshold of the Martial God Realm in just a few years.
"Of course, if you don’t want the system anymore, I can withdraw it right now. Think carefully. After all, you’re somewhat capable—you deserve the right to know." Jiang Che spread his hands.
Chu Yuan was dumbfounded. He was a Martial God with a Chaos Body, yet all he had was... the right to know?
Meaning, the other system users... didn’t even have that?
And from Jiang Che’s tone, it sounded like they were all just... laborers?
"No, no! Mr. Jiang, I never said I didn’t want the system!" Chu Yuan waved his hands frantically without hesitation.
As the saying goes, once you’ve tasted the power of cheats, you can never go back to playing fair.
No matter how annoying the system was, it was still a system!
Without it, he’d still be stuck at the Divine Passage Realm at best.
"Oh? Weren’t you being cautious earlier?" Jiang Che sneered, resting his chin on his hand.
After a moment of thought, Chu Yuan chuckled. "Mr. Jiang, if you’d kept hiding the truth, I might’ve remained wary. But now that you’ve laid it all out, what doubts could I possibly have?"
"Besides, I trust your character!"
Jiang Che nodded slightly, then frowned with a trace of worry.
"My systems can shield against the corruption of evil spirits, but their numbers are limited... Only the most talented candidates can receive them. The Seal Demon System is even rarer—only one exists."
Hearing this, Chu Yuan’s heart trembled violently.
They could resist evil spirit corruption? If true, then everything made sense!
Why had Mr. Jiang founded the Cultivator Academy? To gather all the gifted Chosen Ones in the mortal world. Perhaps he had known all along that the evil spirit seal would break—he was preparing in advance!
By giving systems to all the Chosen Ones, he ensured their souls wouldn’t be tainted by the evil spirits, preserving hope for the future!
He understood now! He truly did!
Thud! Chu Yuan dropped to his knees before Jiang Che, his eyes reddening.
"Mr. Jiang, your righteousness knows no bounds!!!"
Jiang Che: "..."
It’s not even New Year yet—why do you keep kowtowing to me?
I don’t have any red envelopes to give you.
"Mr. Jiang, rest assured... I will make full use of the system. Even if it costs me my life, I’ll stop the evil spirits from invading the mortal realm!"
Great, another loyal worker added to the roster.
Chu Yuan stood up slowly, his face breaking into an ingratiating smile. After pledging loyalty, what came next?
"Mr. Jiang... hehe," he rubbed his hands together.
"Since you created the system... you must have full control over it, right?"
"Hmm? What are you implying?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.
"Mr. Jiang, the rewards from my Ironhead System are a bit... underwhelming. Risking life and limb only nets me a few million points, but the prices in the system store are outrageous. Could you... maybe lower the prices? Or give me a raise?"
Oh ho? The employee wants a salary bump?
"Outrageous? Don’t talk nonsense. The prices have stayed the same for years. Maybe you should reflect on whether you’ve been working hard enough!" Jiang Che said flatly.
[Ding! Host has scammed the Chosen One Chu Yuan, earning 40 million points.]
You’re complaining about low pay?
What would the other "leeks" think then?
As a Chosen One, Chu Yuan’s status was incredibly high. Even after Jiang Che’s layers of exploitation, the points he earned were still absurd—millions, even tens of millions per mission!
If not for the fact that Chu Yuan was a cash cow, Jiang Che would’ve cut him down to size long ago.
"Every item you exchange from the system store is deducted from my own reserves. And think about it—what have you actually done for me? I’m practically losing my pants here, and you’re asking for a raise?"
Chu Yuan: "..."
Something felt off, but upon reflection... he really hadn’t done much for Mr. Jiang. System points couldn’t just appear out of thin air, right?
Everything in the universe followed its own laws. If he gained something, Jiang Che must have lost something.
It couldn’t be a win-win—he understood the law of conservation of energy!
Could it be... Mr. Jiang was genuinely operating at a loss to support small fries like them?
Chu Yuan realized he could no longer comprehend Jiang Che at all.
"Return to the original secret realm. I’ve found you a teammate of unshakable resolve. The two of you are crucial to preventing the invasion of the evil spirits in the future."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
