The bad news: I got hit by a dump truck.
The good news: I obtained the Otherworldly Demonic Monk Cultivation System.
The neither good nor bad news: I didn't actually transmigrate to another world.
Zhang Wuyong lay on his bed, his leg in a cast. The light of the setting sun filtered through the drawn curtains, filling his room with a warm orange-gold glow. Propped against an upright latex pillow, he stared intently at the system interface in front of him.
[Upon detecting the host's death, the user has been transported to the Mirage Sea Realm and become a disciple of the Joyful Sect of the Desire Realm Demonic Path. The Demonic Monk Cultivation System will soon be activated for the host.]
[This system will assist the host in cultivating to become an unparalleled Demon Buddha in this realm, expanding his harem, and becoming the second Demon Buddha of the Sixth Heaven after Mara, Lord of the Sixth Heaven of the Desire Realm.]
That was all—just those two lines.
There were no character attributes, no item interface, no skill levels.
There was nothing else.
Ever since the moment he was sent flying by that dump truck, these two lines of text, together with the system interface, had appeared automatically in front of his eyes the instant he woke up. Then, like a progress bar stuck at one percent, nothing moved to the next step.
Up to now.
More than ten days had passed.
Although he had been hit by a truck, Zhang Wuyong was lucky enough to suffer only a fractured leg. He had already been discharged from the hospital and sent home to rest.
Over the past ten days or so, the system interface had sometimes distorted, like toilet paper about to be flushed down the toilet. At other times, it was crystal clear, like a bank ATM about to dispense a gold card.
It was obvious.
This system was struggling.
Today, the system interface was even more unstable.
It was like a chef cooking a dish of boiled live fish. The water was boiling, the seasoning was ready, and all the other ingredients had already been added. All that was left was to add the slices of raw fish.
However, there was no sashimi—only ribbonfish and Daiyu (the Daiyu from Journey to the West).
If you put ribbonfish into the pot, it definitely would not be boiled fresh fish anymore. Although Daiyu was alive, putting her in would be no different from boiling a living person, right?
So, all day long, Zhang Wuyong watched as the system interface twisted, twitched, writhed, and crawled wildly. It was like ribbonfish and Daiyu fighting in a hot pot. For some reason, both the ribbonfish and Daiyu wanted to be boiled in the pot and wanted to kick the other one out.
Deep down, Zhang Wuyong begged and pleaded with every god and Buddha he could think of to let the system stay, no matter what.
Because he urgently needed a system right now.
Zhang Wuyong was a senior high school student who would be taking the college entrance examination in a few months. In the last monthly exam, he had proudly scored 299 points.
Across all subjects.
His father had told him bluntly that if he could not get into a university, he should stop studying and stay at home to inherit the family fortune of billions.
But Zhang Wuyong had absolutely no interest in his family's billions in assets. He still wanted to attend university, move to another city, and see more of the world.
With grades like his, though, forget an undergraduate program. Even at a vocational college, he would be at the bottom of the class.
When he was in elementary school, his grades had actually been quite good. Not long after the start of his second year of junior high, however, he was suspended from school for three months for fighting. During those three months, he met too many hooligans, and after returning to school, he remained rebellious.
In the second semester of his third year of junior high, he studied hard and barely managed to get into No. 2 Middle School. If he had scored just one point less, he would not even have been able to attend high school. He would have had to go to vocational school or inherit billions.
After entering high school, his foundations were already weak, and gradually, every class turned into gibberish in his ears. That was how things had ended up like this.
In addition, Zhang Wuyong really did control assets worth tens of billions.
His family owned a small shop that sold "umbrellas" for men and women to use in their intimate moments. As everyone knew, every little umbrella carried the mission of protecting hundreds of millions of lives and ensuring that not a single one slipped through. A box contained, on average, ten umbrellas, and the store carried hundreds of different brands and models.
Although the shop was small, the business behind it involved sums worth tens or even hundreds of billions.
The shop was located in a remote area, but the property belonged entirely to the family.
Old Deng had told him that even if he got into a junior college, with his grades he would still be among the worst of the worst. These days, it was not easy even for undergraduates to find good jobs. With his qualifications, he would most likely end up working in a factory, inhaling toxic fumes, doing twelve-hour shifts every day, going an entire month without a single day off, and losing his full-attendance bonus for taking even one day off.
It would be better to inherit the family business and stay home to run the shop. After all, there was no need to worry about this line of work failing, and since they owned the property, it was always better than ending up in a factory.
On this point, Zhang Wuyong agreed that Old Deng was right.
But who had never had a few fantasies when they were young?
After the dump truck passes, isn't a destiny-changing system supposed to arrive?
Zhang Wuyong was very confident in his ability to learn. If he ever caught up with the top students in his class, it would practically be the end of the world. While everyone else struggled just to survive, he would still be buried in his books.
Even so, it would probably take three to five years for him to reach the class average. But the world would not end just for him, and the college entrance examination would not wait three to five years on his account.
Therefore, he urgently needed a cheat.
The system interface in front of him twisted into a mess. The words "other world" and "demonic monk" grew increasingly blurred.
That was right.
He did not want to become some kind of otherworldly Demon Buddha. What he wanted was a learning cheat for this world.
Zhang Wuyong watched as the system interface became clearer and clearer, the text on it shifting and changing.
It was coming—his real cheat was coming.
Suddenly, the entire system interface seemed to be sucked into a black hole and disappeared.
"System, my system!" Zhang Wuyong slammed his fist on the edge of the bed.
Whoosh! Like fireworks exploding, the system reappeared.
[This system is absolutely certain that the host is dead and has transmigrated to the Mirage Sea Realm. Without doubt, the host has become a disciple of the Joyful Sect of the Desire Realm Demonic Path, and this system must activate the Demonic Monk Cultivation System for the host.]
[This system is certain, absolutely certain, and unequivocally committed to fully assisting the host in cultivating to become an unparalleled Demon Buddha in this realm and in expanding his harem.]
[This system will steadfastly and without doubt help the host become the second Sixth Heaven Demon Buddha, after Mara, Lord of the Sixth Heaven of the Desire Realm.]
The lines of text looked like they were trying to convince themselves. Zhang Wuyong looked at them, then at the familiar ceiling, and finally at the tall buildings outside the window. He felt that one day, either those buildings—or this broken system—would go insane.
He saw that the Character, Items, and Quests sub-interfaces had appeared.
He opened the Character interface.
—Host: Zhang Wuyong
—Age: 17
—Current cultivation: Unable to be detected for unknown reasons
He opened the Items interface again, but it was completely empty; there was nothing there.
Ding! An exclamation mark suddenly appeared on the Quests interface.
He opened the Quests interface.
[Warning: A female disciple from the Second Peak of the righteous Rongyang Immortal Sect has been detected approaching with the intention of killing the host.]
[Quest One: Successfully evade the attack of the righteous forces. Reward: 10 system points.]
[Quest Two: Find a way to subdue this righteous female disciple and force her to help you cultivate. Time limit: 12 hours. Reward upon completion: Heavenly-rank demonic cultivation manual "Heavenly Demonic Bliss Technique".]
A female direct disciple of the Second Peak of the Rongyang Immortal Sect? What was that supposed to be?
Zhang Wuyong tilted his head as he stared at the quest.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang in the living room outside.
"Wuyong, go open the door!" his mother shouted from the kitchen.
"My foot is still injured. You expect a cripple like me to open the door?"
"Ah… right!" His mother went to open the door herself.
"Auntie! Is Wuyong home?" A familiar, sweet female voice came from outside.
"Tongtong, you're here! Come in, come in!"
Zhang Wuyong looked back at the quest interface.
This girl? A direct female disciple of the righteous Immortal Sect?