Lin Feng never thought his worthless life would end with his fiancée riding his best friend on their wedding bed.
The last thing he felt was the cold night wind as he fell from the 33rd floor.
Then came fire.
And a voice that offered him everything.
"Sign, and I'll give you power no god can match."
He smiled, dipped his finger in his own blood, and wrote his name.
Now he's back.
And the world that threw him away is about to kneel.
The stench hit first: ozone and scorched metal, thick enough to chew. Lin Feng opened his eyes.
He wasn't a red smear on the pavement. He sat naked on a slab of black stone inside a cavernous hall the size of a stadium. Walls of polished obsidian threw back the pulsing crimson storm that served as the sky. No flames, no screaming souls; just minimalist emptiness designed by someone who thought Hell needed better branding.
The ache in his chest was still there, the cancer's last souvenir, but it felt distant now, like a memory belonging to someone weaker.
Su Mei's moans echoed in his head, high and fake, the same ones she used to give him when she wanted something. Only this time they were for Chen Lei. His best friend since childhood. The man who'd smiled, poured expensive whiskey, then shoved him off the roof with the casual boredom of swatting a mosquito.
A low chuckle rolled through the air, vibrating in his bones.
Twenty feet away, a figure simply appeared; no footsteps, no shimmer. Just a sudden existence.
Tall. Black suit cut sharper than sin. Skin pale as moonlight on a blade. Hair like spilt ink. Eyes burning scarlet, ancient and already bored.
"Lin Feng," the figure said, voice smooth enough to ruin lives. "Welcome to the lobby for people the world threw in the trash."
Lin Feng didn't flinch. Fear was gone. Only hate remained, pure and clean.
"You're the Devil."
"One of the better job titles." The man smirked. "Lucifer works. I pulled your soul aside because most people die whimpering for second chances. You died planning exactly how you'd peel the skin from Chen Lei's face while Su Mei watched. That kind of focus is… rare."
A black-iron table and two chairs materialised between them. On it, a single scroll unrolled itself. The parchment looked suspiciously like cured human skin.
"Normal contracts are novels full of fine print," Lucifer said, leaning against the table. "For you, I kept it short."
THE DEVIL'S LEGACY: REVERSION & RECOMPENSE
Party A: Lin Feng
Party B: Lucifer, First Circle
The Grant
- Return to six hours before your death
- Body reset to age 20, peak condition, illness erased
- Devil's Legacy System + five SSS-rank skills
- Unlimited resources
- Power no mortal or god can match
The Price
Exactly 100 years from this moment, your soul, body, and everything you've built become mine. Forever. No negotiation.
Sign in blood.
Lin Feng laughed, a dry rasp. "A century of being untouchable, then I'm yours?"
"Call it the deluxe rental package," Lucifer said. "You get to break the world that broke you. I get a soul that's actually worth collecting. Everyone wins."
A black dagger floated into Lin Feng's hand, edge hungry.
He didn't hesitate. One slash across the fingertip. Blood welled, bright and hot. He pressed it beneath his name.
The scroll drank the blood and vanished in a coil of black fire.
Power slammed into him, cold, electric, absolute. Every weak cell rewritten. Every wasted year erased.
Lucifer straightened his cuffs, already losing interest.
"Enjoy the hundred years, Lin Feng. They'll feel like a heartbeat when I come to collect." He smiled, sharp and fond. "And when you finally walk into my arms, you'll do it smiling… because by then you'll know which one of us was the real monster all along."
White light swallowed everything.
DING!
Devil's Legacy System online.
Host elevated to SSS-rank existence.
Scanning memories…
Generating starter skills…
1. Godhand (SSS) – Anything your palm touches can be perfected… or annihilated in a single squeeze.
2. Infinite Wallet (SSS) – Current balance: ∞. Spend trillions. Still ∞.
3. Devil's Charm (SSS) – One look, one word, one smile; mortals, immortals, gods; they all kneel or burn.
4. Absolute Adaptation (SSS) – Every attack, every poison, every law of reality used against you becomes your weapon in 0.1 seconds.
5. Hell Inventory (SSS) – Infinite-dimensional storage. Store cities. Store suns. Retrieve instantly.
Reversion complete.
Respawning in 3… 2… 1…
Gravity returned, gentle this time.
Lin Feng opened his eyes and saw the rooftop ledge rushing toward him; no, away from him. Time rewinding.
He landed lightly on the marble floor of the penthouse balcony, six hours before the fall.
The city lights glittered below like scattered jewels waiting to be crushed under his heel.
Chen Lei's laughter drifted from inside, smug and drunk.
Su Mei's fake little gasp followed it.
Lin Feng flexed his fingers.
Game on.