With the system's support, Zhang Fan possessed the potential to conquer the world!
He had just completed a major surgery.
The system had rewarded him with enhanced physical abilities.
Moreover, Director Zheng had taken notice of him after yesterday’s operation—this was a golden opportunity.
If he could successfully perform a few more major surgeries, the Medical System would grant him additional healing points, allowing him to exchange them for system rewards.
Then, he would grow stronger! Rise to the top, crush that bastard effortlessly!
"Room 203, early twenties, about six feet tall, decent-looking… Yeah, that’s him."
A burly man in sunglasses stared at Zhang Fan, comparing him to a mental image before flashing a cruel grin.
As Zhang Fan turned the corner—
Thwack!
A club struck the back of his head without warning.
Zhang Fan’s vision spun as he collapsed to the ground.
……
Splurt!
A thick, milky sweetness assaulted his senses.
Zhang Fan groggily opened his eyes to see a long-haired man holding a bottle of Wangzai Milk, aiming the straw at his face and squeezing out a stream of milk.
"Brother Feng, he’s awake," a lackey quickly reported.
"No shit," Brother Feng retorted, biting down on the straw and taking a loud sip. With a cocky smirk, he sneered, "So, kid, still feeling smug?"
"Who the hell are you? Do we even know each other?" Zhang Fan demanded coldly.
His hands were bound tightly with rope, leaving him no room to struggle free.
"Oh-ho, still acting tough? Fine. Maybe you don’t know us, but there’s someone you do know."
Brother Feng tossed the milk aside, pulled out his phone, and dialed Yao Ji on speaker.
"Hey, Yao Ji, come outside. We got the guy who messed you up."
"Brother Feng, I can’t right now. The doctor’s setting my bones—"
Click.
Brother Feng hung up and gripped Zhang Fan’s face. "He’s busy, so we’ll handle this ourselves. Tsk, tsk… You don’t look like some ruthless thug. So why’d you go so hard on him?"
"I have no idea what you’re talking about!" Zhang Fan spat, wrenching his face free and glaring at the gang of thugs.
He had never seen these guys before—they were acting like lunatics, especially this long-haired bastard drinking Wangzai Milk.
"Still playing dumb?" Brother Feng scoffed. "A few days ago, on the bus, wasn’t it you who pickpocketed Yao Ji? Fine, we admit defeat—you got skills. You took the wallet, whatever. But then you beat him half to death and dumped him in an alley?
"Damn, you went hard. Cracked his neck bone—what the hell did he do to deserve that? As Ding Renfeng, I have to settle this for my boys!"
Zhang Fan clenched his teeth, fury simmering. "I’ve said it a hundred times—I don’t know you. I have no clue what you’re talking about."
"Still pretending?! Beat his ass!" Ding Renfeng barked.
With a wave of his hand, his lackeys descended on Zhang Fan with kicks and punches.
Ding Renfeng suddenly yelled, "Hey, hey! Not the head! Too expensive—we can’t afford the medical bills!"
Zhang Fan curled into a ball, enduring the blows, his eyes burning with rage.
He had a system now. Wasn’t he supposed to dominate the city, become a kingpin? Why was he still suffering this humiliation?!
"System, exchange for Surgical Blade!"
[System Notification: Spend 20 Healing Points to unlock Surgical Blade ability?]
"Confirm!"
[Surgical Blade - Lv. 1]
Skill Description: Fingers transform into hardened surgical blades (upgradable).
Zhang Fan’s gaze turned savage.
Snap!
The ropes binding his arms split effortlessly.
Ding Renfeng sensed danger and shouted, "Watch out—!"
But it was too late.
Zhang Fan erupted in fury, his finger stabbing forward like a blade.
Rip!
His fingertip sliced through a lackey’s abdomen like a knife.
Blood gushed uncontrollably.
The scene froze everyone in shock.
These were just street thugs—good at posturing, but real violence left them shaken.
No one expected this seemingly weak kid to fight so viciously.
"Quick, get Liu Zi to the hospital!" Ding Renfeng ordered a lackey.
Luckily, they were already at a hospital—help was close.
Zhang Fan spat blood, his face twisted with malice. "Come on! Who’s next? I’ll stab every last one of you!"
"Fall back. I’ll handle him myself," Ding Renfeng commanded, cracking his knuckles.
He hadn’t seen Zhang Fan’s "blade," so he stayed cautious.
Zhang Fan glared coldly.
The Medical System had enhanced his physique—he was stronger than an average man. With the Surgical Blade ability, taking down this long-haired punk shouldn’t be hard.
Ding Renfeng lunged, his foot whipping toward Zhang Fan’s head.
Bam!
Zhang Fan blocked with his forearm, unfazed.
He retaliated with a punch, forcing Ding Renfeng back.
The two exchanged blows, neither gaining ground.
"No wonder you shattered Yao Ji’s neck. You hit like a truck," Ding Renfeng grinned.
Zhang Fan’s expression darkened.
His body was enhanced, but this so-called Brother Feng was nearly his equal in raw strength.
"Kid, catch this!"
Ding Renfeng’s fist rocketed toward Zhang Fan’s face—this time, he wasn’t holding back.
Every strike targeted Zhang Fan’s weak points.
Though physically superior, Zhang Fan lacked combat experience. Within moments, Ding Renfeng overwhelmed him, leaving his face swollen and bruised.
Humiliation fueled Zhang Fan’s rage.
He took a brutal kick but seized Ding Renfeng’s leg in a death grip.
His eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he activated Surgical Blade, aiming straight for Ding Renfeng’s heart.
He would kill this bastard.
"Saw that coming!"
In a flash, Ding Renfeng twisted free and delivered a whip-like kick to Zhang Fan’s ribs, sending him flying.
Zhang Fan tumbled across the ground, gasping for air.
He hated this.
He was still too weak. If only he were stronger, he’d be the one standing over Ding Renfeng’s broken body!
"Brother Feng’s a beast!"
"Hah! Brother Feng used to fight in underground rings. This punk’s nothing!"
"Beat him down! He didn’t just fight—he stabbed Liu Zi!"
Flushed with praise, Ding Renfeng smirked.
Originally, he just wanted to teach Zhang Fan a lesson for stealing from Yao Ji and breaking his neck.
But this little shit had pulled a knife.
Now? This wouldn’t end with just a beating.
He’d make Zhang Fan pay for the medical bills too.
As Ding Renfeng charged again, Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, fear flickering in his eyes.
Clang!
A shockwave erupted.
A slender figure suddenly appeared, blocking Ding Renfeng’s punch with an outstretched hand.
Ding Renfeng staggered back, glaring. "The hell? Who are you?"
"Me?"
The young man grinned, flashing a row of white teeth. "Why don't you ask those guys behind you?"
One of the thugs, his face pale and voice trembling, stammered, "B-Brother Feng... h-he's An Yi—the one who crippled Brother Long!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
