Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!

2.

Fang Zhe fell silent for a moment.

The villager’s gaze lingered on him only briefly before moving on, leaving him standing alone at the edge of the quiet asphalt road. The morning wind blew cold, brushing against his tattered clothes that still carried the scent of dried blood and damp earth.

Dead Village. The name felt familiar. In the past, the roads were still dirt paths, and there were only a few houses. But it seemed the system’s information was correct.

Fang Zhe lowered his head, staring at his own hands. His skin was covered with old, dried wounds, yet he barely felt any pain. Everything felt like a dream—too vivid to be unreal.

“In that case…” he muttered softly.

“I need to go home.”

On foot, Fang Zhe walked from Dead Village toward the outskirts of Shange City. Buildings gradually became denser; old houses stood side by side with modern shop-houses that were still closed. No one recognized him. Clearly, no one cared.

A few hours later, his steps slowly came to a halt. In front of him stood a small house he knew all too well.

The paint on the walls was peeling. The wooden fence leaned crookedly. The yard was covered with dry leaves. The house felt far too quiet—so quiet that a bad premonition arose. His aunt would always keep the yard clean.

“Aunt…” Fang Zhe’s voice caught in his throat.

He pushed the door open slowly.

Creeeak!

No answer. No footsteps came to greet him. Not even the warm aroma of cooking that used to welcome him every evening.

Only emptiness.

The furniture was still there, but everything felt cold. Some clothes were missing. The wardrobe was half-open, as if someone had left in a hurry, making Fang Zhe’s heart pound rapidly.

“This… isn’t possible…” he whispered.

*

Wanting to find information, Fang Zhe stepped out and walked to the neighboring house—a middle-aged woman who used to chat often with Aunt Liu Mei.

When the door opened, the woman was startled.

“Y-you…” Her eyes widened in shock.

“Fang Zhe?”

“What… what happened to my aunt?” Fang Zhe asked without preamble. His voice was calm, but his gaze had turned dark.

The woman fell silent for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh.

“You don’t know?”

Fang Zhe’s chest tightened.

“Aunt Liu Mei… went back to her hometown. A year ago,” she said softly.

“Why?” Just one word, but it sounded incredibly heavy.

The woman lowered her head, hesitating. But in the end, she spoke in a low voice filled with pity.

“She… was pregnant.”

Fang Zhe’s world seemed to stop spinning.

“What…?” His voice was barely audible.

“People said…” the woman swallowed nervously.

“It was the doing of the Zhao family’s young master.”

Fang Zhe’s fist clenched instantly.

“Does the Zhao family know?” he asked coldly.

The woman nodded slowly.

“They do. But they refused to take responsibility. They said… a lowly servant is not worthy of tarnishing the family name.”

Every word felt like a blade stabbing into Fang Zhe’s heart.

“Out of shame, and under emotional pressure, Aunt Liu Mei sold some of her belongings… and returned to her hometown. Alone.”

The atmosphere fell into silence. The neighbor quickly retreated back into her house.

“Damn Zhao Ming Yao… So it’s true. This isn’t a dream… I was really reborn after that dark incident?”

DIIIIING!

The faint chime of the system echoed in his mind.

‘Cursing alone will not settle your revenge… New mission: find a proper job. The Host will receive the first 100 points. These points can be exchanged for information, abilities, or even things beyond human limits.’

Fang Zhe paused, then let out a cold smirk, repeating the system’s words in his mind.

“That’s right… Cursing won’t settle anything… Before searching for my aunt, I’ll destroy the Zhao family first…”

The fear that once filled his eyes began to fade, replaced by a chilling coldness—and a strong killing intent.

“System… if I complete this mission, can I take revenge immediately?”

‘You are too greedy. The system will assist you, but… you must complete missions one by one. Even becoming a god will no longer be just a dream.’

“In that case… I’ll find a proper job…”

Fang Zhe’s steps along the outskirts of Shange City felt heavy.

He went from place to place—grocery stores, small warehouses, old workshops, even roadside restaurants. But the result was always the same.

‘Sorry, we don’t need anyone.’

‘You don’t have proper identification?’

‘Come back another day.’

Disdainful looks. Cold tones. Rejection from shop owners and warehouse managers began to weigh heavily on his mind.

As the sun began to set, Fang Zhe sat on a quiet bus stop bench. His stomach had been empty since morning, his throat dry, and his head throbbing slightly.

“So this is…” he muttered softly.

“How life works?”

Without a background. Without an identity. Fang Zhe could feel the vast difference between the life he had with his aunt and the life he lived alone now. He realized a bitter truth… even after being reborn, the world would show him no mercy.

*

As the sky turned golden, hurried footsteps echoed from a narrow alley across the street.

“Stop! Don’t run!”

Fang Zhe raised his head.

A young girl ran out of the alley, gasping for breath, her face pale with fear. Her clothes were simple, her hair disheveled. Behind her, three burly men chased after her, laughing crudely.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

“I told you, just come with us obediently!”

“Planning to scream for help? No one here would dare help you!”

The girl stumbled and nearly fell. Her hands trembled as she tried to get back up. People nearby clearly saw what was happening—but quickly looked away.

It was obvious—they wanted no involvement.

But compassion stirred within Fang Zhe. He slowly stood up, though fear still lingered in his eyes.

At that moment...

DIIIIING!

The system’s chime echoed once again in his mind.

‘Emergency Mission Detected!’

‘Target: CEO Erina!’

‘Mission: Rescue from physical threat’

‘Reward: 50 system points + the host can choose a basic ability’