Chapter 1

The capital city, the political, economic, and cultural center of Huaxia, is the most prosperous in the country, with a population of over thirty million. Many outsiders drift here, all for the sake of realizing their ideals and ambitions.

Li Wucheng is one of these drifters, a graduate of a second-tier university in the capital. After graduation, he found a mediocre job and lived a mediocre life.

No matter how prosperous a city is, there are always impoverished areas. The capital is no exception, with urban villages known as the "urban scabies."

In a rented room in one of these urban villages, Li Wucheng lay on the bed, his body covered in wounds, his face swollen like a bun, as he applied medicine to his injuries.

The rented room was less than ten square meters, with very simple furnishings: a table, a chair, and a bed. The table and chair were ordinary, but the bed was a double bed, taking up most of the space in the room.

The monthly rent for the room was 500 yuan, which, while not much, was a significant expense for a young man just starting out in society.

The conditions in the rented room were very basic, but Li Wucheng had never felt the hardship before, because this was his love nest, the place where he and his girlfriend lived a sweet life.

In the past, whenever he returned to this small rented room, Li Wucheng felt happy, joyful, and warm, knowing that his beloved was waiting for him.

Now, Li Wucheng lay alone on the bed, applying ointment to his wounds, not making a sound even though the pain was excruciating. His eyes were defiant and fierce, like those of an injured lone wolf, licking his wounds.

"Xiao Hua, Leng Rubei, I won't let you off."

The words came out through gritted teeth, a low growl from Li Wucheng, like a cornered tiger.

Leng Rubei was Li Wucheng's girlfriend, a childhood friend. They grew up together, from elementary school to high school and university, their bond and support for each other were beyond words.

However, after entering society, in less than a year, Leng Rubei had thrown herself into Xiao Hua's arms, keeping Li Wucheng in the dark for a whole month.

Li Wucheng, who had grown up in difficult circumstances, was a good student with consistently good grades, but he was also a defiant and fierce person, never afraid of trouble.

After finding out about this, Li Wucheng went to confront Xiao Hua, but he was no match for the several thugs Xiao Hua had brought along, and he was beaten to a pulp.

Li Wucheng still remembered how Xiao Hua's foot had stepped on his face, his expression full of arrogance and disdain, and the words he had said.

"Li Wucheng, I warn you, Leng Rubei is my fiancée and will become my wife. If you dare to harass her again, next time it won't be so easy."

Leng Rubei left with Xiao Hua, not even glancing back, her heartless and indifferent behavior deeply wounding Li Wucheng.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Li Wucheng let out a cry of pain.

It turned out that while cleaning his wounds, Li Wucheng had been so focused on his memories that a wound that had been gradually healing had torn open again, and blood was flowing.

On Li Wucheng's middle finger, he wore a diamond ring, the diamond on the ring being as large as a pigeon's egg. Given his financial situation, it was clear that it was a fake.

This diamond ring was something Li Wucheng had bought specifically to give to Leng Rubei, costing 100 yuan, not much, but it was a token of his true feelings.

However, before he could give the ring, Li Wucheng had suffered a thunderbolt, making it impossible for him to ever give it to her.

The blood from his wounds flowed onto the diamond on the ring, and the originally colorless and transparent stone suddenly emitted a brilliant blood-red light.

The light was so intense that it made Li Wucheng's eyes almost unable to open, and he involuntarily closed them, yet he still saw a bright light.

When the blinding sensation disappeared, Li Wucheng opened his eyes and was immediately shocked, his gaze sweeping the surroundings in amazement.

Li Wucheng found that he was no longer in the small rented room but seemed to be suspended in a void, his feet stepping on clouds, his head under a starry sky.

Looking up, the vast expanse of the sky filled his vision, the stars hanging from the sky like the mischievous eyes of children, twinkling.

Looking into the distance, the void stretched endlessly, the vastness of the universe making him feel small. At this moment, the depression in Li Wucheng's heart was completely dispelled.

Not being trapped in the city did not mean that Li Wucheng would give up his grudge, but he knew that a gentleman could wait ten years to take revenge.

"Am I dreaming?"

Looking at the scene before him, Li Wucheng could not believe his eyes, deeply doubting it.

He pinched his wound hard, and the intense pain made his face contort.

Enduring the pain, Li Wucheng's eyes were full of surprise, and he muttered to himself, "I feel pain, so I'm not dreaming, but where am I?"

"This is the space within the Overlord's Divine Core."

A voice suddenly echoed in the vast, empty void.

"Who, who is speaking? Come out!"

Li Wucheng's pupils dilated, and he spun around on the spot, shouting loudly.

"It's me, the Overlord's Divine Core."

The voice sounded again, and at the same time, starlight from the sky above radiated down, forming something in front of Li Wucheng.

"Huh, this is..."

When the object formed, Li Wucheng felt a sense of familiarity. After a moment's thought, wasn't this the diamond from his ring?

But wasn't the diamond a fake? How could it undergo such a strange transformation? Could it be a treasure?

"Is it you, is this stone talking?"

Li Wucheng's expression changed, and he asked tentatively.

The crystal-clear diamond traced a beautiful arc in front of Li Wucheng, and when it stopped, a humming sound seemed to resonate in the void.

"I am not a stone, I am the Overlord's Divine Core."

The Overlord's Divine Core had said this three times, but Li Wucheng found it hard to believe. Could there really be a god in the world, like the god in novels?

"Indeed, I am the Overlord's Divine Core, but not the kind of god you think. I was created by humans."

Before Li Wucheng could voice his thoughts, the Overlord's Divine Core had already spoken, and the content of its words shocked him.

"You, you can know what I'm thinking?!"

Taking two steps back, Li Wucheng looked at the Overlord's Divine Core with fear, asking in shock.