The rain was a cold, relentless slap against Chen Feng's face.
He clutched the eviction notice like a death sentence, the ink bleeding into a gray smear.
"Three years of overtime… for this?"
His phone buzzed—another debt collector. He killed the call without looking.
Across the street, the neon sign of 24-Hour Ramen flickered once, then died.
Even the noodles had given up on him.
He stepped off the curb, head bowed.
A truck's horn screamed. Headlights blinded him.
CRASH.
The world flipped. Asphalt kissed his skull. Blood pooled under his cheek, warm at first, then cold.
So this is how the loser dies…
Darkness swallowed him whole.
Then—
[DING! Heaven-Slapping System binding… 1%… 37%… 100%!]
[Host: Chen Feng. Status: Dead (revived). Location: Azure Cloud Continent – Green Leaf Village.]
[Main Mission: Slap 100 young masters in 100 days. Reward: Godhood. Penalty: Soul erasure.]
Chen Feng's eyes snapped open.
He lay on a rough bamboo mat inside a thatched hut. Moonlight leaked through gaps in the roof. A rusty iron sword hung crookedly on the wall. The air smelled of herbs, mildew, and faint smoke.
A translucent crimson panel floated in front of him, pulsing like a heartbeat:
Heaven-Slapping System
Host: Chen Feng
Cultivation: Mortal (0)
Skill: Palm of Humiliation (Lv.1 – 10× damage to ego)
Countdown: 99 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes
Before he could blink, the door slammed open with a bang that rattled the walls.
A fat teenager in embroidered silk robes strutted in, flanked by two burly lackeys. A golden badge on his chest read Zhao Clan – Outer Sect.
"Trash Chen! Sect contribution due yesterday. Fifty spirit stones—or kneel and lick my boots!" Young Master Zhao sneered, fanning himself with a jade folding fan.
The lackeys cracked their knuckles in perfect sync.
Chen Feng sat up slowly. His body felt… different. Lighter. Stronger.
His right palm tingled with heat, like it was begging to be used.
The system pinged:
[Target detected: Zhao Pang (Qi Condensation Stage 2). Slap to activate boost.]
Chen Feng stood. His rags hung loose, but his eyes burned with a new fire.
"Fifty stones?" He tilted his head. "I choose option three."
Zhao Pang blinked. "Option three?"
Chen Feng's lips curled into a feral grin.
"This."
SLAP!
The sound cracked like thunder in the tiny hut. Zhao Pang spun three full circles, his chubby cheek swelling instantly into a purple handprint. He crashed into a wooden table, splintering it into pieces.
[DING! First slap completed! +100 cultivation base. Breakthrough to Qi Condensation Stage 1!]
[Reward: Slap Echo (Passive) – next slap hits twice.]
[Slap Points: +100]
The lackeys froze, mouths open.
"Y-You hit the Zhao Clan heir?!"
Zhao Pang scrambled up, blood trickling from his split lip. His fan lay broken on the floor.
"Kill him! Break his legs! I'll feed him to the spirit beasts!"
Chen Feng flexed his glowing right hand. Spiritual qi swirled around his fingers—thin, but real.
"Next."
The lackeys charged, fists glowing with weak yellow light.
SLAP! SLAP!
Two more bodies flew out the doorway, crashing into the village square with twin thuds.
[DING! Slaps: 3/100. +300 cultivation. Breakthrough to Qi Condensation Stage 3!]
[Title unlocked: Young Master Hunter – +20% damage to arrogant targets.]
Villagers gathered outside, whispering in shock.
"That's the orphan Chen Feng?"
"He slapped Young Master Zhao?!"
"Is he courting death?"
Zhao Pang clutched his face, trembling with rage and humiliation.
"You're dead! My cousin is an inner sect disciple! He'll crush you like an ant!"
Chen Feng stepped over the broken doorframe, palm still glowing faintly.
"Tell your cousin I'll be waiting. Bring more young masters—I'm on a deadline."
The system panel flashed a new quest in bold red:
[Hidden Quest: Publicly humiliate the Zhao Clan within 24 hours.]
[Reward: Mystery Bloodline Awakening.]
[Failure: -1,000 Slap Points (current: 100)]
Chen Feng cracked his neck.
Time to farm.
He glanced at the gathering crowd. A few outer sect disciples in green robes watched from the shadows, eyes wide.
One of them—a skinny boy with a sword—muttered, "He's insane… but I like it."
Zhao Pang stumbled backward, pointing a shaking finger.
"This isn't over! The Zhao Clan will erase your name from the continent!"
Chen Feng smiled.
"Good. I need the practice."
He turned to the crowd.
"Anyone else want to collect sect fees?"
Silence.
Then—a soft ding.
[Daily Quest Unlocked: Slap 5 people before dawn. Reward: +500 cultivation, Random Skill Book.]
Chen Feng's grin widened.
Five more before breakfast? Easy.
He stepped into the moonlit square, palm glowing brighter.
Behind him, Zhao Pang fled into the night, screaming for his guards.
The system voice returned, cold and mechanical:
[Host, your journey to godhood begins with a single slap. Do not disappoint.]
Chen Feng looked up at the twin moons.
"Disappoint? I'm just getting started."
A faint silhouette watched from a rooftop—an elegant girl in white, her face hidden behind a veil.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Chen Feng… interesting."
Chen Feng felt the gaze but didn't look up.
Another young master? Or something worse?
He cracked his knuckles.
Doesn't matter. They all get the same treatment.
"Young Master Zhao wants revenge? Good. I'll slap the entire clan… starting with his cousin at dawn."