He Ruined the World

“This damn world!”

On the rooftop, a drunken figure collapsed heavily to the ground. After cursing these words with a blank expression, he simply passed out, dead drunk.

Never before had he felt such hatred for the world.

What grudge, what vendetta? He had been living perfectly well on Earth, working hard for two years after graduating from university, finally achieving a measure of success. But just because he got a little too happy over a promotion and a raise, drank a bit, and then woke up—he found himself inexplicably in this strange world.

That moment, he was completely stunned.

For the first time, he so clearly felt the world’s deep malice toward him.

He had just paid the down payment for his apartment last month!

Did it have to be this cruel and heartless?

And as if that wasn’t enough—if he had to transmigrate, couldn’t he have at least gotten a better background? Just look at his current situation.

Chen Qi: fresh university graduate, family just declared bankruptcy, parents fled abroad under the weight of enormous debt.

Tsk. The notorious hell-level start.

What had he done to deserve this?

Had he blown up the galaxy in a previous life, or what?

Even a slightly better setup would have sufficed…

“#%&*@#*~#&%￥#~!” Even in his sleep, he seemed unreconciled, still mumbling curses.

Half-conscious, he thought he saw a meteor streak across the sky.

When the sun rose the next morning, Chen Qi finally woke again.

He sat up slowly, gazed around at his surroundings,