HEAVEN'S OFFICIAL BLESSING (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu) - Chapter 228 - 215: The Path Shan’t Go Astray But the Mandates Are All the Same

A man from a 3rd World Country finds himself transmigrated in another world in another time.First Reaction?“Hey what the actual f**k?”Next Reaction?“Oh my gosh! Am I really overpowered?”Author's Warning!The MC will become OP after a few chapters, not instantaneously!___________________________________Uh, so this is my first time writing a novel. Hope my creation can bring a smile to your faces.Btw, English isn't my mother tongue, so.... don't hesitate to point out any errors in my book.

When Jiang Feng’s family mansion was forced to get demolished by the government for development, he was compensated with ten million. The moment he received the money, a system appeared.

[Ding! Congratulations on activating the Divine-grade Choice System]

Choice 1: Show off your ten million. Allow your relatives to mooch off you and send expensive wedding gifts to your girlfriend. Reward: Title – Good Person.

Choice 2: Invest everything in Bitcoin for huge profits in the future. Reward: One hundred million. (One-time deal)

Jiang Feng didn’t even hesitate to choose the second choice. He invested everything in Bitcoin and made a hundred million.

However, he posted a different story online.

“I lost everything in cryptocurrency. I’ll have to start all over again.”

The moment the post went online, all sorts of demons and devils appeared.

From that day onwards, Jiang Feng finally saw the true nature of humans.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.