“You’re asking to die!” Wang Lin’s face twisted with rage. His girlfriend was standing right there—how could he embarrass himself? As a Strength Awakener, he’d already reached Bronze rank. Was he seriously going to lose to Lucas, a mere Iron-level Space user? Grinding through the pain, he threw another punch.
“Bang!”
Lucas caught the fist steadily in his palm and tightened his grip.
“Ah! That hurts! Let go!”
Wang Lin screamed, his face contorting as doubt crept into his mind. He was the Strength Awakener. How could he possibly be overpowered in raw strength? Was Lucas secretly strength-type too? How was he this strong if he was supposed to be Space-type?
[Anger Points from Wang Lin +888]
The notification echoed in Lucas’s mind, and his eyes lit up. After fusing with the system, he finally understood the basics. The Lucky Roulette consumed Anger Points. Ten thousand for a single spin. A hundred thousand for ten. He hadn’t known how to earn them before—but now it was obvious. All he needed to do was make people resent him. What kind of twisted hobby was this system into?
At that moment, the way Lucas looked at Wang Lin changed. Like he’d just spotted a golden goose.
Twisting Wang Lin’s arm, Lucas slammed him to the ground and mounted him.
Left punch.
“Bang!”
“Ah!”
[Anger Points +666]
Right punch.
“Bang!”
“Ah!”
[Anger Points +686]
Lucas’s fists fell like rain, the sounds of impact echoing nonstop. Watching the rising numbers flash in his vision made him grin uncontrollably. It felt like chugging an energy drink—he just couldn’t stop.
After a while, his fists weren’t satisfying enough. He grabbed a small plastic stool nearby and smashed it down on Wang Lin’s face.
[Anger Points +999]
Huh. The stool worked even better.
Within moments, a crowd formed. Several people were already recording on their phones.
“Damn, that bald guy’s insane! He looks young—won’t this turn serious?”
“Isn’t this going too far? Look at his face—it’s completely swollen…”
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“Too far? That girl kicked his stall and called us filthy street vendors. Who else is he supposed to hit?”
“He deserves it! Street vendors are just trying to survive!”
Li Muyan stood frozen in panic. Wang Lin was Bronze Three-Star, a powerful Strength Awakener. How was he getting crushed like this by an Iron-tier nobody? Did Lucas take something? He’d always been such a quiet, harmless guy…
“Stop! If you hit him again, I’m calling the police!”
[Anger Points from Li Muyan +888]
Lucas paused mid-swing, looking down at Wang Lin’s face—now swollen beyond recognition, tears pooling in his eyes. He’d actually cried.
“Fine. I’ll stop.” Lucas shrugged. “But you ruined my entire sock stock. How am I supposed to sell these? You’re buying them.”
Wang Lin’s pride had already shattered. Getting beaten up by a high schooler…
“How much…?” he asked weakly.
“Ten dollars a pair.”
“What? It was ten for four pairs! Why don’t you just rob me?”
Lucas smirked. “What do you think I’ve been doing?”
Wang Lin fell silent.
[Anger Points +666]
Over two hundred pairs. Just like that, more than two thousand dollars landed in Lucas’s hands. Wang Lin didn’t want to pay—but if he didn’t, he probably wasn’t leaving in one piece today.
Li Muyan helped him up and glared at Lucas. “Tomorrow is the Spirit Class monthly assessment. Just wait. You’re getting kicked out.”
“Starting tomorrow, you’re done in that class.”
Lucas ignored her, even gave a cheerful wave.
“God loves me. Come again.”
[Anger Points +999]
Come again? To get beaten again?
The crowd kept growing. Money secured, Lucas packed up quickly, tossed the stall cloth onto the back seat of his old bicycle, tucked the plastic stool under his arm, and pedaled away in a good mood.
“I ride my lovely bicycle~ I’ll never get stuck in traffic~”
The chain clattered against the guard like it was keeping rhythm.
…
Tomorrow was the monthly exam for River City No.1 High’s Spirit Class. Lucas had awakened a rare Space-type ability back in freshman year—one in ten thousand. But his talent rating had been abysmal. From that day until senior year, he’d only crawled his way to Iron Three-Star. Most of his classmates were already Iron Peak, and some had reached Bronze.
If he didn’t break through to Iron Five-Star this time, he’d be transferred back to the regular class. No more school-issued spirit stones. No more cultivation resources. His growth would stop there.
Twenty years ago, dimensional gates had opened across the planet. Spiritual energy flooded the world, and humanity entered the Era of Awakening. Beasts emerged. Powers awakened. After years of chaos and sacrifice, society stabilized—but awakened individuals inevitably reshaped the world. That was why governments established policies, built Spirit Universities, and created specialized classes in high schools.
Lucas had been fortunate enough to awaken—and with a rare Space-type ability no less.
Unfortunately, his growth potential had been garbage.
Which was how this entire mess happened.
He had almost accepted becoming ordinary. Being an orphan wasn’t easy, but with two hands and two feet, he could survive.
Then he got the Street Stall System.
“Hope that Marrow-Cleansing Fruit actually works.”
A cool sensation brushed his scalp.
Right. He’d forgotten—he was bald.
That damn Strength Potion had screwed him over.
“System, you only listed the benefits. What about the side effects?”
“No way you’re this shady.”
[Do not concern yourself with minor details.]
Lucas stared ahead. “Are you serious?”
Knowing this system’s personality… the fruit probably had side effects too.
Well. No point overthinking. He’d test it at home.
After half an hour of riding, he arrived at a narrow alley in the River District. A barbecue stall buzzed at the entrance, packed with customers, and his stomach growled.
“Lucas! Just finished for the night? Hungry? Aunt Zhou will make you fried noodles!”
“No need, Aunt Zhou. I already ate. Here’s this month’s rent—$2,500. Sorry it’s late.”
“You’re working so hard, studying and running a stall…”
She paused.
“Why’d you shave your head?”
Lucas froze.
“…Summer style. Cooler.”
“Hmm. Looks energetic.”
After a few more polite words, Lucas hurried upstairs. He needed to test whether that Marrow-Cleansing Fruit actually worked.
