Rise Of The Infinite Sovereign - Chapter 228 First Day

Shen Zhe, a low-achieving student with intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder, traverses into a world of high achievers.

A writing notebook, which can change the Rules and formulate the Truth, appears in his mind.

Emperor: Where is my sword?

Shen Zhe: I have eliminated items of the same kind and ours are gone too.

Army Chief : Where is my army’s war sabre?

Shen Zhe: The army’s war sabre is a standard weapon. After extracting from all, there is only one left in my hands.

Expert: I have a secret art that can increase twice its power instantaneously.

Shen Zhe mulls over it and changes the “2” on his own forehead to “3”.

Big boss of an alien world: As long as our lineage is not extinguished, we will kill the entire human race sooner or later.

Shen Zhe hesitates a little and writes three characters “404”. Hundreds of millions of books disappeared in a flash, and the alien civilization was destroyed.

Your soul leaves the body. I have a separation wall.

You can hide. I can open up the place.

You need to ride a flying divine beast for travel. Sorry to say, I can easily travel by changing the coordinates.

What? You think I’m ugly? I dare not add the perfect score. After adding it, I’m afraid you will find me irresistible and cannot control yourself…….

This is a story about how a low achiever changes an existing world and creates a new world.

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[Fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals!]

“There is no temple at the age of eighty-two,”

“Sixty-nine years of worry.”

“The world is hard,”

“Long life is not easy.”

“Yin and Yang are reversed in a dream, and in the next life… I beg!”

【Name】: Lu Chen

[Identity]: Master of Changchun Temple

【Repair】: None

[Cultivation method]: Immortal Changchun Kung Fu (can be upgraded!) +

[Spell]: Control swordsmanship (upgrade conditions can be expanded!)

“Expand!”

“upgrade!”

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PS: Upgrade, relax, cultivate immortals, demons, ghosts…

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Brave, wretched, kind, cunning, generous, greedy, elegant, vicious, happy, perverted, honest, prudish…

In this doomsday world, only by winning in the alien battlefield can resources be obtained to ensure the continuation of civilization.

Every soldier who enters the alien battlefield will randomly get a keyword of his own.

If the words and deeds match the key words, various attributes will grow rapidly and obtain superhuman abilities. On the contrary, if the human design collapses, it will quickly weaken;

This is a world of acting skills;

Acting is eating and drinking, acting is glory, acting is privilege, acting is life…

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- Description from novelbuddy

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.