The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

He hadn't finished speaking.

Ai Kun's voice came from the sky.

"The class representative's analysis is quite good."

"Here's a spoiler: an ancestor with dual systems!"

Ye Chen's lips twitched.

His voice froze on the spot.

The next moment, he instinctively picked up the sack and ran away.

But Yan Cong was faster than him.

Yan Cong grabbed his neck and locked him up in a strong, brute-force manner.

"Yan Cong, let me go!"

"I need to pee, I need to relieve myself first!"

Yan Cong tightened his grip on her arm.

"Mommy, I really need to control you properly!!!"

The audience instantly perked up.

"Hurry up and tell us, host!"

Aikun smiled and pointed at the projection.

Several titles suddenly appeared on the screen.

[The only legitimate descendant of the ancient Dragon Kingdom]

King of Assassins

Shadow King

A person who travels through time

[The person who yearns for freedom the most yet is the least free]

These titles were announced.

A scream immediately rang out from the rooftop of Wuzhong Building in Jinling.

"Ye Chen—"

"Ahhh—Old Yan, I was wrong, I was wrong—"

"You fucking loosen your grip first!"

"I'm going to die!"

Yan Cong sneered.

"Let's break it off."

"Anyway, you're some kind of Shadow King. Even if you die, you might just change your form and continue living."

"Holy shit!"

Ye Chen's defenses were immediately broken.

And just then...

Suddenly, a new wave of exclamations flooded the screen.

"Holy crap!"

"He was the last emperor of our Dragon Kingdom!"

"Alas... The final assessment of this last emperor, as recorded in history books, is that he was the emperor who guarded the nation's gates, but the monarch and the state died for him!"

"Hey, host, are you going to talk about this ancestor?!"

"yes?!"

"Is the story of Old Master Yan over?"

"If that's the case, then all that hardship and stuff seems kind of ordinary, doesn't it?"

In the sky.

Aikun chuckled, fanning himself with a folding fan.

"It can't be that fast."

"What I've finished telling is only the story of Old Master Yan's first love."

"Next comes the legendary story of how he relied on this system to grow step by step into the [Father of All Races]."

"As for why I specifically mentioned our [last emperor]..."

Aikun slapped his folding fan.

"It's because of the story after Master Yan."

"With this person's appearance!"

The comments section exploded instantly.

"Damn! This hook!"

"Host, you really know how to whet people's appetites!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get back to telling the story of Ancestor Yan!"

Ai Kun swiftly opened the folding fan.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time."

"Let's continue telling the story of our ancestor, Master Yan!"

The smile on his face slowly turned sinister.

"Speaking of which, what we saw in the previous scene..."

"Old Master Yan sold his first level-four combat weapon."

"Two million has arrived!"

"The economic difficulties have been resolved."

"Then, another system appeared out of nowhere!"

"Wow……"

"What do you think?"

Ai Kun's tone became exaggerated.

"That's what you call 'after hardship comes happiness,' a step towards the pinnacle of life, right?"

"..."

"If I hadn't seen the first person the system bound to our Ancestor Yan, I might have actually believed what you, you lousy streamer, were saying!"

"Exactly, the number one person to blatantly claim to be blind!"

"Ha ha……"

Aikun replied with a smile.

"Before we enter a new chapter."

"Let's have a good chat first."

"Our Heavenly Dao, hey, gave our Ancestor Yan this system."

What is its basic operating logic?

"Come on, kids, look at the big screen."

Ai Kun raised his hand and pointed to the projection behind him.

next moment.

Lines of golden text appeared.

[Ten Thousand Times Goddess Return System]

[Core: When a host gifts items to a bound object, the system returns equivalent resources at a multiplier, or a fixed high-level resource can be returned.]

[Restriction 1: Gifts must be legally owned by the host and involve emotional investment; gifts given in a mass-produced manner will not be considered.]

[Restriction 2: The return rate for the same object decreases with each subsequent use.]

[Restriction 3: The recipient of the gift is selected by the system. Gifts to unrelated individuals will not be returned.]

[Restriction 4: Only by successfully winning over the currently bound partner can you unlock a new bound partner.]

[Restriction 5: The return rate is determined by the system.]

[Restriction 6: You cannot use the system to return items to the same person to create a Russian nesting doll effect.]

[Restriction 7...]

[Restriction 8...]

[Restriction Nine...]

The subsequent restrictions start to scroll down page by page.

Densely packed.

It keeps rolling and growing.

Not only were the netizens of later generations deeply distressed, but even those who were watching the celestial spectacle in the present day fell silent.

"This is fucking..."

"This cheat system is so useless!"

"Add one!"

"How did Old Master Yan manage to revitalize him?"

"Other people's system: Ding, unstoppable!

"Master Yan System: Ding, please pass the eighteen-layer risk control review first."

"Hilarious! Did Heaven just give us a loan application?"

Watching the scrolling comments.

Ai Kun chuckled.

"Alright, we've seen the system's functions."

"Let's continue the story."

"After obtaining the system, Ancestor Yan saw such an exceptional first binding target."

"At that time, I couldn't make up my mind."

"Therefore, he had no choice but to suppress the matter for the time being."

"With the two million yuan he had just received, he immediately arranged for his grandmother to go to the city to prepare for surgery."

Ai Kun paused for a moment.

"And that's when he actually decided to use the system."

"It was after Grandma's surgery."

"To let everyone see clearly how Old Ancestor Yan was pushed to that point."

"Please watch the video."

His figure slowly faded into the shadows.

The projector lights up.

midnight.

The hospital corridor was lit by cold, white lights.

The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, making even breathing feel bitter.

On the chairs in front of the operating room.

Yan Cong clutched the payment slip, his eyes fixed on the lit "In Surgery" sign.

"Little bear, don't be nervous."

Uncle Cheng sat beside him and comforted him.

"Medical technology is very advanced nowadays. Alzheimer's disease is nothing serious."

"Um."

Yan Cong responded.

His gaze, however, fell back to the last column of the payment slip.

199 million.

"???"

"???"

"???"

When the camera focused on this scene, the comments section exploded.

"No way! You son of a bitch, Tiandao! You're not even going to keep up the act anymore?!"

"Holy crap! Seriously, we just got our Old Master Yan through the tough times, and now we're forcing him to keep going, without giving him a single moment's rest!"

"I kept ten thousand."

"I was just kidding... I bet this ten thousand wasn't left for Old Master Yan either."

"It's most likely that the Heavenly Dao forced Ancestor Yan to use the system, leaving behind a small amount of initial funds."

"I admit... Old Master Yan's life was worse than mine."