The Super Hate System: Provoking Hatred for Ultimate Power

Just as Xia Ping was trying to make sense of the situation, a metallic voice resounded in his mind, devoid of any emotion.

"Oh, the soul has integrated, and the Super Hate System has bound the host."

Xia Ping blinked in disbelief. "Super Hate System?!" He was still grappling with the memories of another person, and now there was this peculiar system added to the mix. What on earth was this?

"Host, this system is specifically designed to harness hatred. By accumulating hatred points, the host can exchange them for drugs, treasures, and even peerless cultivation techniques from the system's marketplace, Tiancaibao."

Curious, Xia Ping inquired further, "What exactly are these hatred points?"

"The so-called hatred points are the negative emotions harbored by living beings. If the host can provoke negative emotions in others, they can acquire hatred points. The stronger the hatred and animosity directed towards the host, the more hatred points can be obtained. The levels of hatred are categorized as mockery, hatred, disgust, desire for killing, and even a desire for the host's death."

"Provoking hatred?!"

Xia Ping's face contorted with disbelief. The system seemed incredibly deceptive. If he went around trying to provoke hatred, wouldn't he become a target, akin to a despised street rat with everyone shouting curses at him? It appeared that he would fare worse than the infamous traitor, Qin Qin.

Moreover, the system claimed that these hatred points could be exchanged for treasures and secret cultivation techniques. It all sounded too incredible and unreal. Xia Ping had never witnessed the actual existence of such treasures, and he couldn't fully trust the sudden voice that had appeared in his mind.

"I want to go to college, and whether I choose to graduate and enter the workforce, it will shape my entire life. The teacher cannot make this decision for me, but I do have one piece of advice: never make a decision you'll regret."

In the classroom, the class teacher Qiu Xue emphasized the importance of decision-making. She wanted to guide her students, but she also knew that ultimately, it was up to them to choose their own paths.

Qiu Xue noticed that one student in particular, Xia Ping, seemed absent-minded. Concerned, she decided to engage him in the conversation. "Xia Ping, what are your plans for the future?"

"Plans?" Xia Ping's mind raced as he realized he had attracted the teacher's attention.

Qiu Xue, being a new teacher with only half a year of experience, was known for her sense of responsibility and dedication to her students. She often pushed those who were not fully engaged in class to strive for more.

Initially, Xia Ping contemplated suggesting that he aim for a third-rate university, but a thought struck him—why not take this opportunity to test the authenticity of the Super Hate System?

With this in mind, Xia Ping stood up confidently and declared, "I want to apply to Yanhuang University."

The entire class, including Qiu Xue, was left dumbfounded by his unexpected proclamation. The room fell into a stunned silence, with all eyes fixed upon Xia Ping.

Yanhuang University, renowned as the most prestigious institution on Yanhuangxing, was founded by countless martyrs of humanity. It boasted a long history and had produced martial arts legends. Graduates of Yanhuang University occupied influential positions worldwide, ranging from company presidents to army generals and even federal presidents. They were the epitome of human excellence and achievement.

Being admitted to Yanhuang University was considered the ultimate symbol of pride and arrogance among the human population. In a high school of ninety-five, only a select few—typically no more than five—were eligible to apply each year. The celebration that followed the acceptance of a student into Yanhuang University was extravagant, with festivities lasting three days and nights. The school would proudly hang banners, inform every parent, and even distribute chicken legs to every student.

Given Xia Ping's average status and his three-day cultivation in martial arts, aiming for a third-rate university would already be considered ambitious. However, now he had boldly declared his intention to apply for Yanhuang University. This was nothing short of madness!

"Xia Ping, are you serious?" The class teacher, Qiu Xue, couldn't help but question, her tone mixed with surprise and disbelief. Xia Ping's response had caught her off guard, and she felt a slight awkwardness.

Xia Ping maintained his composure and nodded firmly. "Yes, in five months' time, I intend to apply to Yanhuang University. I aspire to become a formidable martial artist, earning an annual income surpassing 100 million yuan. I envision a life surrounded by Bai Fumei (wealthy, beautiful women), reaching the pinnacle of success."

The classroom was filled with disdainful remarks directed at Xia Ping. Students mocked him for aiming too high and not knowing his own limits. They belittled his aspirations and dismissed his dreams as mere fantasies.

Undeterred by their ridicule, Xia Ping locked eyes with Yang Wei, the student who led the mockery. He calmly responded, "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't. Some men are not born to be mediocre; they strive for greatness."

"Xia Ping!" Yang Wei's face flushed with anger as he shouted at Xia Ping. He couldn't tolerate the sarcastic remark about his name, which was considered a taboo and rarely used. It was an insult that hit close to home.

"Haha, someone named Yang Wei is still talking? What do you think your father would say?" A chubby student in the corner burst into laughter. He had a bit of a rivalry with Yang Wei and took this opportunity to mock him further.

"Gao Wan, why are you laughing? You're no different," Xia Ping retorted lazily, not showing any concern for the chubby student's mockery.

The classroom fell into an awkward silence as Gaomao, the chubby student, glared at Xia Ping with a green face. He stood up, unable to control his anger, and shouted at Xia Ping, expressing his intention to fight him.

The other classmates were taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Xia Ping was usually an ordinary student who didn't stand out much. It was surprising to see him provoke such intense reactions and stir up conflict.

Yang Wei, on the other hand, felt a sense of relief that the attention had shifted away from him. He was no longer the target of ridicule and insults.

However, the class teacher, Qiu Xue, couldn't tolerate the escalating situation any longer. She intervened and reprimanded Xia Ping, criticizing him for name-calling and provoking his classmates. Qiu Xue urged Xia Ping to reflect on his behavior and promised to address the issue.

Xia Ping nodded in acknowledgment and said, "You're right, teacher. I will review my actions."

But before Qiu Xue could continue, Yang Wei, overwhelmed with emotion, couldn't bear it any longer. He burst into tears, reacting as if he had been deeply hurt by Xia Ping's remarks. He felt victimized and protested that he was not that kind of person.

In a state of distress, Yang Wei quickly kicked his stool aside and ran out of the classroom, crying. It seemed as though he was a bullied girl seeking solace from the pain.

Qiu Xue's face turned red, realizing that she might have mishandled the situation. She wanted to call Yang Wei back, but he had already left the classroom in a hurry.

"Xia Ping!" Qiu Xue shouted at Xia Ping, holding him responsible for the commotion that had occurred. She believed that the situation had escalated due to Xia Ping's actions.

Xia Ping spread his hands, his expression reflecting his innocence. "I didn't expect his psychological resilience to be so weak," he thought to himself.

"Get out! Leave the classroom this instant and reflect on your behavior!" bellowed the furious class teacher, Qiu Xue, as she pointed an accusatory finger at Xia Ping.

Remaining unperturbed, Xia Ping accepted the reprimand without objection. However, deep within his mind, he heard a series of merciless metallic sounds, echoing like a never-ending symphony of animosity: "Hate value +1, hate value +1...!!!"

The unexpected consequence of this incident perplexed Xia Ping. It seemed that the negativity and resentment directed towards him continued to accumulate, but he couldn't fathom the reason behind it. Was there something more profound at play?

The rooftop of the teaching building stood deserted at 10 o'clock in the morning, with all the students engrossed in their respective classes. Sensing the opportune moment, Xia Ping made his way to the roof after being expelled from the classroom by Qiu Xue, his class teacher. His intention was to delve into the enigmatic super hate system that had unexpectedly manifested within him.

"System, present yourself," Xia Ping mentally commanded, his curiosity piqued. "Can I truly acquire hatred points? How much hatred have I accumulated?"

Recalling the incident where he lightly teased a classmate, Xia Ping never anticipated such a minor action to trigger such a dramatic response. Instantaneously, he became the despised pariah of the class, even drawing tears from one of his classmates.

If this system failed to yield any tangible effects, he would have to face the grim reality that he was merely an inherently detestable individual.

"Host, this time you have amassed a total of 120 hatred points," declared the detached and emotionless voice of the system within Xia Ping's mind. "By activating the system, the host is now the proud owner of a set of mystifying martial arts techniques, 'Pure Yang Unbreakable.'"

"'Pure Yang Unbreakable'... What is this?" Xia Ping squinted his eyes in contemplation.

Unaffected by his perplexity, the system's voice droned on, devoid of any sentiment. "Will the host accept the bestowed system spree?"

Without hesitation, Xia Ping instinctively chose to accept.

Rumble →→

In that instant, an overwhelming surge of information flooded Xia Ping's mind like an unstoppable tide. He felt as though his very soul had been emptied, replaced with an infinite void brimming with possibilities