My skin is invincible

Chapter 1 City King System

Huaxia Kingdom, Linjiang City.

Su Xun, 19 years old this year, is a third-year student in Linjiang No. [-] Middle School.

At this time, it was past ten o'clock in the evening, and the starry sky outside was bright and there were bursts of cicadas singing.

Su Xun got up from the chair and stretched before he finished his homework, brushed three test papers and some exercises, the high school dog is so miserable.

After finishing these, Su Xun seemed to have completed the task, and did not clean up the messy desk, and lay directly on the bed.

Taking out his Thousand Yuan Divine Machine Pepper, Su Xun opened the game of Glory of Kings.

It has been a while since I played this game. It can be said that this is Su Xun's favorite game. As a student, he has no access to a computer.

It's quite nice to be able to play King of Pesticide on your mobile phone every day. Although his skills are average and his rank is not high, he still enjoys it.

"Congratulations to the host, the city king system has been successfully triggered, and the binding is in progress, please don't mess around with the host."

After opening the game today, Su Xun is signing in to receive rewards, some fragments of inscriptions and gold coins.

Suddenly a voice rang in his mind, scaring Su Xun so much that he almost threw the phone out.

"Who?"

Su Xun looked around and found that there was no one there. Did he feel like he hadn't taken the Nutrition Express for the past two days, couldn't keep up with his nutrition, and had auditory hallucinations?

"Host, please don't look around. Binding is very important. Once the binding fails, you will be responsible for the consequences."

This somewhat mechanized voice sounded again, and Su Xun was sure that this voice did exist, and it seemed to be in his own mind.

I didn't understand what was going on, and I was panicking, but after hearing the sound, Su Xun really didn't dare to move, for fear that something would happen.

After three seconds, the voice rang again: "Congratulations to the host, the city king system has been successfully bound, and the host has become the only master of this system on Earth."

"Urban King System?"

Su Xun felt that his brain was not enough. He had also read novels. He had heard of the red envelope system, lottery system, and pretense system, but what was the king system?

"As the name suggests, the City King System is a magical system developed based on the game Glory of Kings. After the host owns the system."

"Through the system lottery, you can draw items in the system, such as hero skins, to strengthen yourself, and various items can be used in reality."

"???"

Su Xun understands, but it feels like bragging, how can a game be combined with reality, if this is the case, it will be messed up.

Could it be that someone who played the game of Glory of Kings and became obsessed got this thing to play with himself?
But it’s impossible to think about it. When I usually play games, I work hard. If I get blown up, I will give out meat, and I don’t spray my teammates for hanging up. I probably haven’t offended anyone.

I just heard Su Xun say: "I don't believe it, let me draw a lottery."

"Sorry host, if you want to draw a lottery, you need the resentment value, and you need the host to pull the resentment value, and then come to the lottery."

"Resentment value, what is that?"

The system explained again: "It is a negative emotion on a person. For example, if you do something or say something that makes other people hate you, you will naturally be able to get resentment points from him."

"Are you asking me to commit hatred?" Su Xun probably understood.

"You can understand it this way. This is the setting of the system and cannot be changed. If you want to draw a lottery, you can only do so."

Su Xun figured it out, but he couldn't draw a lottery or judge whether the system was deceiving him.

Everyone was sleeping late at night. Where could Su Xun go to be a bitch? He also quickly fell asleep. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.

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Early the next morning, Su Xun got up early and went to school with his schoolbag on his back. In the morning, he usually bought breakfast.

"System, are you still there?"

In Su Xun's mind, he always recalled the matter of the city king system yesterday, and asked tentatively.

I was afraid that I would wake up and find that yesterday was just a dream.

"Nonsense, of course I'm here, I can still die."

The system is quite domineering, and his temper seems to be quite strong. He said: "Host, I advise you to hurry up and go to hell. If you don't try, take the first step, you will never be able to use the system."

Su Xun felt that what the system said was quite reasonable, and getting the system was something unexpected.

And Su Xun also knew that he was just an ordinary person in all aspects, and he might not have much hope in this life. This system might be an opportunity for him to counterattack.

Su Xun, who is introverted, can also understand this truth, so he plucked up his courage.

When I came to the place where I usually buy breakfast, many small vendors were busy. It was steaming and fragrant, and there were almost pancakes, deep-fried dough sticks, and soy milk buns.

Business in front of every stall is pretty good, except for one, which sells roasted gluten.

But in the early morning, who eats this thing, and now it is almost summer, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

Su Xun locked onto the vendor, thought about it carefully, and then walked up.

"Young man, why don't you eat some roasted gluten. This is my ancestral handicraft, secret seasoning, the taste is quite good, I want to eat a second skewer after eating one skewer."

The small vendor finally saw a customer early in the morning, and immediately started talking, with a sharp tongue.

Su Xun glanced at the strings of gluten that were being roasted, and asked, "How do you sell this stuff?"

"Two yuan and five strings. If you buy more than five strings at one time, I can give you one string."

Su Xun continued to ask: "Are there a hundred strings?"

"Fuck!"

The small vendor was taken aback for a moment, and then he became ecstatic, saying that Te Niang met a big customer today, and he wanted a hundred skewers.

Usually he can sell ten skewers at a time, which is considered too much, not to mention that the weather is getting hotter, and business is not so easy. It is not good to sell a hundred skewers a day on weekends.

It turned out that this kid wanted a hundred skewers, which was really a big deal.

The vendor nodded immediately, and said quickly, "Yes, yes, I have enough stock. There must be a hundred skewers. I'll get it for you."

Seeing that the peddler had already turned his head, and was about to take out the stock in his tricycle, Su Xun said when he came out to bake, "Then give me a bunch."

"???"

The vendor's movements froze in mid-air, and his whole body was in a mess. Is this kid right? Is he sick?
But at this time, Su Xun could clearly see a line of small words appearing in his mind: The resentment value from the roasted gluten stall owner +46.

(End of this chapter)