Chương 1: Chapter 1: The God of Slaughter System
The Heavenly Cloud Realm, Eastern Xuan Territory, Li Kingdom, Heavenly Prison.
Gloomy and obscure, heavy with a deathly atmosphere, the air is filled with a nauseating stench.
Chu Han sits lifelessly on a patch of weeds, his eyes devoid of spirit. His skin, which resembles a withered sack, has already peeled away, revealing the fresh red flesh beneath.
His arms have been brutally severed, and crimson blood flows from the fractured bones, dripping onto the muddy ground with a 'drip, drip' sound.
He tilts his head low, eyes vacant, lips as dry as tree bark.
A prison guard clad in black approaches, a hint of pity in his gaze as he scans Chu Han sitting on the ground. Then, with cold indifference, he turns away:
"Someone, come!"
The sound of footsteps echoes as four or five prison guards walk in through the door.
"The Fourth Prince wants to see him, drag him outside!"
The black-clad prison guard orders.
Several prison guards, upon hearing the command, immediately step forward. They grab Chu Han's shoulders and drag him outside. Chu Han's body is pulled along by the guards, resembling a sandbag being hauled forward. His vacant eyes stare at a small stone on the ground, allowing the guards to pull him outward.
He was originally from the Blue Star, but after being reborn in this world, he became the eldest son of the Chu family, one of the four major families in the Li Kingdom.
From a young age, he enjoyed all the beauties of life that he had never experienced in his previous existence—living in comfort, never tasting the bitterness of hardship.
But...
A nightmare silently descended upon his world, altering his life forever.
Three days ago, his father... the Marquis of Longwu, was beheaded and displayed as a traitor.
By the decree of the Li Kingdom's Emperor, the Chu family was ordered to be exterminated, down to the ninth generation!
All of Chu Han's relatives were ruthlessly slaughtered before his eyes, tortured to death.
His sister, the once acclaimed as the most beautiful woman in Li Kingdom, Chu Wanrou, after being insulted by numerous princes... was defiled by the prison guard in this prison cell and died.
And he, Chu Han, is the only survivor of the Chu family.
But he... though still alive, is almost as good as dead.
Both hands severed, tendons in his feet snapped, veins ruptured—virtually all the cruel punishments of Li Kingdom have been inflicted on him over and over again.
Every day, he is mocked, insulted, and tortured by influential figures as if he were a mere clown.
Now, Chu Han is like a walking corpse imprisoned here, allowing everyone to ruthlessly abuse his body and insult his soul.
Why... must he endure such suffering?
He knows that his father... could never betray the Li Kingdom.
All of this is merely because the royal family of the Li Kingdom wants to find a reason to annihilate the Chu family.
"Haha! This is the eldest son of the Chu family?"
"Why does he look like a dog? Hahaha!"
The obese Fourth Prince, with a malicious expression, stares at Chu Han, while several decadent young nobles around him laugh brazenly.
Chu Han's gaze is vacant, as if he hasn't heard the mockery.
Among these decadents, there are even a few... who were once his "friends."
"Friends?"
What a laughable term!
"Look at this, hahaha! I'm stepping on the head of the Chu family's eldest son! Hahaha!"
A sharp pain shoots through his head as two prison guards forcefully press Chu Han to the ground. The Fourth Prince steps on his head, exerting all his strength to crush it.
Why...
Why am I... so weak?
Smack!
The Fourth Prince lifts his foot and kicks Chu Han in the face, sending him flying several meters before rolling to the ground in the distance.
He continues to laugh arrogantly, as if venting the anger within.
"Speak up! Are you mute?!"
The Fourth Prince strides forward, grabs Chu Han's collar, hoists him up, and roars viciously, his face contorted with a cruel sense of pleasure.
"Your Highness, his tongue has been cut... how can he speak? Hahaha!"
Seeing this, a few other decadents nearby burst into laughter.
A wicked smile appears on the Fourth Prince's face as he swiftly raises his leg and ruthlessly kicks Chu Han in the chest. The force is tremendous, causing Chu Han to tremble all over, his face contorted in pain, and he spews a mouthful of blood.
These people...
They all deserve to die!!
No...
Not just them, the entire kingdom, the whole world... should all perish!!
Chu Han roars in his heart, his heart pounding wildly, his eyes flashing with frenzied hatred.
[Ding! Invincible God of Slaughter System has been activated! Gain attribute points with each kill!]
[Bestowing 10 attribute points to the host. Current total attribute points: 10]
[Detecting that the host is on the verge of death, the system initiates healing for the host's body!]
Suddenly, voices echoed in Chu Han's ears.
His face changes drastically, instantly opening his eyes. Subsequently, the madness in his eyes gradually fades, replaced by an extreme calmness.
System?
This term is not unfamiliar to him...
With a subtle thought, an illusionary attribute panel appears before him.
[Host: Chu Han
Strength: 0.5 (+)
Spirit: 5.0 (+)
Agility: 0.4 (+)]
[Normal adult three-dimensional attributes start at 1, each additional point in strength... approximately a 200-pound strength boost]
[Gain 1 attribute point for each person killed, with additional increases for killing stronger opponents!]
The panel is remarkably concise, with minimal text.
A mere point in strength equals two hundred pounds... and if all ten attribute points from the system are added to strength...
It amounts to two thousand pounds of immense strength!
Such strength is already comparable to that of a second-rate martial artist!
Consider that his father, the Marquis of Longwu, a former top-tier martial artist of the Kingdom, possessed the strength of only eight thousand pounds with a single arm.
And for himself, as long as he kills dozens of people...
"Hehe..."
"System, allocate all points to strength!"
Chu Han cruelly laughs in his mind, gazing at the arrogant figures before him. A hint of madness and bloodlust appears on his face. He knows he must seek revenge! He must kill!
"Your Highness, why does that guy's hands seem a bit strange?"
A decadent notices the changes in Chu Han and exclaims. Hearing this, the others divert their attention to Chu Han's hands.
Witnessing the already completely severed arms slowly regenerating, fractured bones and wounds gradually healing, the decadents express disbelief with wide-open eyes.
"How is this possible?"
Those decadents reveal expressions of incredulity, their eyes widened.
Chu Han rises slowly, a cold curve forming on his face, his eyes filled with intense hatred.
At this moment, the surrounding decadents stare in horror at the unfolding scene, their faces marked with profound shock.
Could it be... that Chu Han possesses some kind of treasure?
Suddenly, the expression on the Fourth Prince's face turns dark, and his gaze towards Chu Han becomes filled with greed.
"Sever all his limbs; this prince wants to interrogate him personally!"
"Yes!"
With a wave of the Fourth Prince's hand, prison guards immediately approach with blades in hand.
"Hehe..."
But at this moment, an extremely cold chuckle escapes from Chu Han's lips. A crazed and bloodthirsty smile appears on his face.
The Fourth Prince pauses, suddenly feeling a strong sense of unease.
*Crack!*
With a crisp sound, the shackles binding Chu Han's feet break apart, and he trembles all over, a grotesque smile on his face.
Suddenly, he turns, charging into the group of prison guards, tightly gripping one prison guard's head and squeezing it fiercely...
*Bang!*
With a muffled groan, the prison guard's head is directly crushed, and the crimson blood even splatters on the nearby decadents.
[Ding! Earned 1 attribute point]
"Hehehe..."
Chu Han licks the blood on his hands, the nauseatingly bloody taste strangely making him feel exceptionally comfortable.
He gazes indifferently at the decadents, who are now trembling, a bloodthirsty curve forming on his lips.
"Today..."
"You all... will die!!"
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