Forbidden Constellation's Blade - Chapter 155: Let’s Skip the Lies

When you're reborn as Jorah Mormont you ain't got much. A Dad looking to bale and go spend his days hanging out with the guys on the Wall, a wild Aunt raising your wild cousins you can't stand, an arranged marriage to a girl you never met with a dowry almost low enough to be an insult, and a populace of smallfolk so inebriated and incompetent its no wonder nothing's changed around here in 8,000 years. Hopefully the gold finger granted by Levid's Magically Wheel of Reincarnation can help.A really nice pair of testicles.With that, the right attitude, and a shovel I have everything I need to dig a nice grave to lay in.Or Bag End. Let's see which happens first.

You, an ordinary human, transmigrated into this world along with a City-Destroying Calamity—Blood Moon.Just when you thought you could rise to the top of the world by awakening a system, you received the following mission:[Do not harm any living being for 10 years][Reward: Unknown God-Tier Reward]...Ten years later, during the Awakening Ceremony—“Hahaha! This loser actually awakened an F-rank talent—Furniture Craftsman!”“Looks like our academy's carpentry workshop finally has someone to carry on the legacy!”[Ding! Congratulations, host. Mission complete. God-tier reward unlocked.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinity Skill Points. You can instantly upgrade all skills to their MAX level.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinite Plunder. You can plunder any unowned skill traits.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinite Fusion. You can fuse all your existing skills and randomly generate new effects!]...Years later—A lean, handsome figure sat atop the frozen skies.Pointing your sword toward the heavens, you declared:“The fate of mankind shall be decided today.”And standing against you—was the very Sun, the celestial being humanity had worshipped for tens of thousands of years.Faintly, a string of symbols floated upon its blazing surface:HP: 999999999999999999

Government intelligence agencies realized that Konrad, the world’s number one wife robber, was endowed with a supreme weapon allowing him to turn the purest of maidens into hungry beasts: The Golden Rod!

Ren Wu died once.Two thousand years ago, he was the Imperial Chancellor who governed Hell itself—an Auditor who enforced cosmic law, taxed gods, and sentenced demons with a brushstroke.Then Heaven and Hell cooperated.He was assassinated before he could finish signing a decree meant to fix the cycle of reincarnation.Now, he has awakened in the body of a dying factory owner at the bottom of the modern Underworld.His wealth is his health.His business is survival.His enemies are corporations, gangs, ancient clans—and the government of Hell.While others cultivate to become immortal heroes, Ren Wu cultivates assets.He monopolizes supply chains.He weaponizes contracts.He turns gangs into employees.He turns ancient cultivation manuals into corrected instruction manuals.To Ren Wu, modern cultivators are not warriors.They are illiterate workers using corrupted translations of Hell’s employee handbooks.As Ren rebuilds his corporate empire, fragments of his sealed memories return…Why did his archaeologist parents send him an ancient coffin before vanishing?Why does the Administration desperately want him erased?Why does every ancient family’s sacred art trace back to Hell?To uncover the truth, Ren Wu must do what he does best:Acquire political shields.Build unions.Exploit loopholes.Rewrite laws.Because in this world…You don’t punch judges.You don’t sue gangsters.And you never fight the system.You become the system.