Six hours before the fall.
Lin Feng opened his eyes on the exact same plaza where his broken body was supposed to be cooling on the pavement. The bank clock across the street read 23:47. Same minute he'd been pushed.
Only now he was twenty, naked, and very much alive.
Crowds of late-night pedestrians gawked. Phones came out. Someone screamed.
Lin Feng ignored them.
He flicked his thoughts toward the System.
Godhand (SSS): Touch any object → copy and infinitely upgrade its core concept.
A filthy grey trench coat lay abandoned on a bench. He slapped a palm against it.
DING!
Core concept "Clothing" acquired.
Upgraded → Impeccable Tailoring (Instantaneous).
Any non-magical attire, any material, any era; yours the moment you imagine it.
The trench coat dissolved into black mist and re-formed around him as a midnight three-piece suit sharp enough to cut glass. Blood-red pocket square. No tie. Shoes that cost more than most salaries.
Panic gone. God arrived.
A familiar engine snarled at the red light fifty meters away.
Black BMW M5. Chen Lei is behind the wheel, flushed with victory and top-shelf whiskey. Su Mei draped over his arm like a cheap scarf, laughing at something on his phone.
Chen Lei rolled the window down and shouted into the night, loud enough for half the block to hear.
"Police already called it suicide. Fucking loser couldn't even die quietly. Guess the medical bills finally broke the little cripple."
Su Mei fake-pouted. "Poor Lin Feng. At least now we don't have to pretend anymore, baby."
Lin Feng's pulse didn't even spike.
Just a calm, surgical thought:
Start with the car.
He crossed the street like death on a schedule.
Golden Dragon Auto Emporium; showroom lights still blazing. A cherry-red Bugatti Chiron Super Sport sat under the spots like it was waiting for him personally.
He knocked once.
A terrified junior salesman cracked the door. "Sir, we're—"
"I'm buying the Chiron. Cash. Open the gate."
The salesman opened his mouth to argue. Lin Feng met his eyes.
Devil's Charm (SSS) activated; passive aura only.
The kid's knees buckled. Words died in his throat.
A matte-black limitless card materialised between Lin Feng's fingers.
Infinite Wallet (SSS): Current balance ∞ RMB. Grows 10× every 24 h for flavour.
The card slid into the terminal.
The transaction was complete before the machine finished beeping.
Keys landed in Lin Feng's palm. The gate rolled up.
The Chiron's quad-turbo W16 woke with a sound like the world tearing in half.
Lin Feng rolled the car out, tyres whispering threats, and parked it nose-to-nose with Chen Lei's BMW, blocking the entire lane like he owned the concept of traffic laws.
Chen Lei exploded out of his car, veins popping.
"Do you know who the fuck I am? You scratched my paint, you little—"
He stopped.
Lin Feng stepped out of the Chiron, shut the door with a soft, expensive click, and smiled the way a wolf smiles at a rabbit that just realised the forest has teeth.
Chen Lei's rage stuttered. "Why do you look… familiar?"
Su Mei's face drained of blood so fast her makeup looked painted on a corpse.
"L-Lin… Feng…?"
Her voice cracked like cheap glass.
Chen Lei laughed, nervous now. "Impossible. You jumped. I watched you fall thirty-three goddamn floors."
Lin Feng took one step forward. The air around him seemed to darken.
"Correction," he said, voice soft enough that both of them leaned in to hear it. "You pushed me. The difference is, Hell sent me back with better toys."
He flicked a finger against the Chiron's hood; 50 million RMB of carbon fibre and rage.
"This one's just the appetiser."
Chen Lei tried for bravado. "You're dead. You're a ghost. You—"
Lin Feng looked at Su Mei.
She flinched as if slapped.
"Still moist from riding my murderer, Mei-mei?" His tone was gentle, almost kind. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you stay wet. Tears count."
Su Mei burst into hysterical sobs, mascara running like accusations.
Chen Lei took a step back, bumping into his own bumper.
Lin Feng leaned in until their faces were inches apart.
"From this second forward, every yuan you have, every breath you take, every orgasm either of you ever fake again; it all belongs to me. You just haven't started screaming yet."
He straightened, turned to the growing crowd filming everything, and spoke loud enough for the phones to catch it crystal clear.
"Chen Lei and Su Mei, right here, murdered me six hours from now. Keep the footage. You'll want it for the trial."
Then he slid back into the Chiron, revved once, a sound like the devil clearing his throat, and left them standing in the middle of the street, shaking, soaked in the red glow of taillights worth more than their entire bloodline.
As he vanished into the night, the System pinged, almost amused.
DING!
First Slap delivered.
Malice absorbed: +0.01% toward Devil Evolution.
Remaining time on rental: 99 years, 364 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes…
Lin Feng smiled at the road ahead.
Plenty of time to collect the rest.
He floored it.
The city blurred.
The hunt was on.