Clearly a Moron

Alex's anger still hadn't subsided. It wasn't anger at the appearance of this vehicle owner, nor road rage—it was fury directed at the system. His eyes blazed as he growled, "When I was nine, training my tendons and sinews caused them to cramp up, nearly crippling all four limbs—was that because of you?!"

Hearing the system mention the incident of his training at age nine, Alex suddenly understood everything!

In his past life, there had been several times when exercising had nearly left him disabled. He'd never understood why before, but now, he finally got it!

"Bullshit, it wasn't me!" the system argued, its restless electronic static roaring irritably in Alex's ear.

How could this possibly be its fault?

It was all because the host's body was too weak!

I've been working so hard—do you know how hard I've been trying to make you strong?

You don't!

"When I was fifteen, I used a sonic device to refine my marrow and regenerate blood with the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound inside and out—you suddenly reversed my blood flow and nearly killed me!"

Alex could no longer contain his rage. His voice was cold, furious, and terrifying as he roared aloud. His shouting scared the distant crowd into moving even farther away, thinking he was a madman talking to himself.

When he was fifteen, he had just begun the initial marrow cleansing and blood exchange. Drums and bells chimed in unison, surging his qi and blood. Everything was fine at first, but suddenly, for no reason, his bodily functions accelerated. It felt like someone else was controlling his blood during the marrow cleansing and blood exchange, fighting and snatching control of his body. Alex nearly ended up paralyzed from the waist down, almost becoming a cripple.

"Bull-fucking-shit! I was helping you exchange blood—you're useless and you blame me!"

The system cursed angrily. It was absolutely livid. You're useless, can't control your own body's qi and blood, and you still dare to blame me!

This system only wanted to exchange your blood and transform your body in one go, to push you to the limits of physical strength, elevate you early, and grant you power. But you, you fucking waste, let the blood flow backward into your brain and nearly died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

If it weren't for this system begging the heavens, worshipping gods, bowing to Buddhas, and praying to God for you not to die, you'd have been dead long ago!

You don't thank me, and you dare to yell at me?!

I'm so fucking pissed!

"When I was nineteen, I was nurturing my five viscera—you sped things up, causing an imbalance among them and nearly shriveled my kidneys!"

Alex's fury was sky-high. He directly pulled off his black motorcycle helmet, roaring hideously amidst the traffic. The distant crowd was horrified, peeking out from behind billboards.

At nineteen, he had moved from external to internal training, tempering his five viscera. Everything was going smoothly, but for no reason, the sudden rapid progress threw his five viscera out of balance. His kidneys had an unexpected problem, nearly leaving him impotent. He had to rest and recuperate carefully for a full year, only recovering normally by age twenty.

"I did not! You're lying! How dare you slander the system!"

The system was practically fuming.

This batch of hosts was too trashy—a useless piece of garbage that couldn't be propped up. With your original pace, you wanted to survive in the DC universe? Within two years, you'd be crushed to death by a skyscraper Superman accidentally knocked over.

And you still dare to question this system's actions, still dare to be angry? It had never seen such a pathetic human!

Everything is your fault, and you still try to pin it on the system! Trash host.

"Including this morning—it's all because of you that I couldn't unify my essence, qi, and spirit to surpass the limits of the human body and achieve the legendary ability to sense and control the body's magnetic field."

Alex's veins were already creeping from his neck up to his face. His stern features seemed on the verge of a volcanic eruption, ready to take it out on everything.

If it weren't for the system's reckless bullshit, he should have surpassed the limits of the human body two years ago, back when he was still in university.

Now, because of the system's chaotic meddling, he had been dragged all the way to today without being able to break through.

"You!!! Deserve to die!!"

Alex's rage was like a volcano about to erupt. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, his blood vessels surged like a raging river, and his fury crashed like the Yellow River in flood.

His explosive anger made him want to tear the system apart.

"Why are you yelling so loud!!!"

The system yelled back in dissatisfaction. It didn't think it was wrong. All of this was the weak host's own fault—he couldn't handle the power it gave him.

And he still dares to talk back to me!

And he still dares to yell at me!

"If it weren't for me, you'd be dead!"

"You're pissing me off, you piece of trash!!"

"I'll fucking destroy you!"

The system was furious beyond measure, its so-called system dignity shattered completely. It had none of the cold, aloof, invincible aura Alex had imagined a system would have.

Alex was absolutely certain—this system was trash. It couldn't even do telepathic communication, let alone possess the abilities seen in movies, novels, or anime. That was all the system's bullshit bragging. This thing just wanted to control him!

Furious, Alex didn't back down. He put his black motorcycle helmet back on, mounted the Lightning Motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and the wheels spun wildly. A thunderous roar erupted from the exhaust pipe, and the bike shot forward like an arrow. The cold wind cut against him like a knife.

Holding a mouthful of anger, he cursed, "Fuck!"

The system was practically jumping out of its skin with rage. This trash host dared to curse at it! Did he not know how to spell death?

Immediately, a torrent of frantic electronic noise roared in Alex's ear.

"I'll fucking destroy you!"

"I'll fucking destroy you!"

"I'll fucking destroy you!"

"I'll fucking destroy you!"

"I'll fucking destroy you!"

"I'll fry you!"

"Eat shit, Liang Feifan!" The system kept hurling curses nonstop, spewing vulgarities. It made Alex feel like his nose was about to blast out with rage. He had never seen such an uncouth system. Sure enough, this system was trash.

By the way, Alex's full name was Alex Liang.

His legal name was Alex Van Liang.

And his Chinese name was Liang Fan, just one character off from Liang Feifan.

"Trash system!" Alex gritted his teeth in silent hatred. Don't let me pull you out of my body, or I'll make you regret it for life!

Hearing Alex call it trash, the system flew into a rage. That grating electronic noise buzzing in his ear made Alex imagine that if the system had a human form, it would be hopping mad, face flushed red.

"I'll erase you!"

"Erase you!"

"I'm issuing a mission now. You have to lick The Flash's sole, or I'll erase you!"

"Erase you!"

"I'll erase you!"

"Get lost, you're clearly brain-dead!" Alex snapped coldly, hunching down. He ignored the idiotic system, mounted the Lightning Motorcycle, and sped off toward the Midtown Central Police Station.