{Chapter: 231 A reward of 10,000 counterattack points! Ruthless! Too ruthless!!}
[Host: Lin Yuan]
[Counterattack Points: 12000]
[Wealth value: 6.5 billion]
[Attributes:]
[Strength: 200+, Speed: 130+, Reaction: 130+, Charisma: 200+, Physique: 200+]
[Skills:]
[Medical skills: Divine level, Piano: Divine level, Singing: Divine level, Equestrianism: Divine level, Fighting: Divine level, Pistol: Divine level, Sniping: Divine level, Stocks: Advanced, Antique Appraisal: Advanced, Tai Chi: Advanced, Chess: Advanced, Car Skills: Intermediate Level, Violin: Intermediate, Calligraphy: Intermediate, English: Elementary,….. ]
[Favorability Panel: ]
[Yan Ruyue: 70, Qiu Wanxi: 99, Qiao Siying: 0, Chi Qian: 12, Gui Qingtong: 94, Mei Yuxian: 82]
[Loyalty Panel:]
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[Wang Ergou: 95, Shi Shengnan: 90, Chen Yu: 80]
[Fate Value:]
[Ye Feng: 700 (70% remaining)]
For the first time since gaining the Counterattack System, Lin Yuan noticed something remarkable—his attribute panel had changed.
Originally, whenever one of his core stats—Strength, Charisma, or Physique—reached 200 points, the familiar "+" sign beside the stat would vanish. That disappearance had always signaled that he had reached the system-imposed cap. No matter how many points he acquired, he could no longer invest further in those stats. He had believed that 200 was the absolute ceiling.
But now, things are different.
After the recent system upgrade, Lin Yuan discovered something surprising: the attribute caps had been lifted. The "+" signs had returned, and not just as a visual change. When he tapped the interface to test it, he realized he could now continue allocating points beyond 200.
Curious, he dove deeper into the system interface.
The new limit had been extended to 300 points.
He raised an eyebrow.
"That's a huge increase…" Lin Yuan muttered to himself.
Not only that, but the system had subtly adjusted other parameters across the board. He hadn't explored all of them yet, but he could tell the entire framework had grown more complex, more advanced—more powerful.
Then something else caught his eye.
A new attribute had appeared on the panel. Something he had never seen before.
Fate Value.
A glowing number hovered beside the name. Intrigued, Lin Yuan immediately asked, "Shen Lan, what is this 'Fate Value' supposed to represent?"
Shen Lan's voice rang clearly in his mind, ever calm and composed:
[Fate Value represents the life force of a protagonist. The higher the protagonist's Fate Value, the greater their fortune, the more miraculous their survivability, and the harder it is to kill them. When the host harms a protagonist or seizes opportunities meant for them, their Fate Value diminishes accordingly.]
Lin Yuan nodded slightly, absorbing the information.
So that was it. The Fate Value wasn't just a stat—it was the hidden thread behind the protagonist's plot armor.
"And that decrease in Fate is what powers the system's upgrades?" Lin Yuan asked.
[Yes, Master. This last upgrade was made possible by reducing the protagonist Ye Feng's Fate by 300 points.] Shen Lan confirmed.
Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes, then asked another pressing question: "So… how much Fate is required for the next upgrade?"
The system responded without hesitation.
[The next system upgrade will require 1,000 Fate Points.]
"A thousand?" Lin Yuan frowned. "Why so many? What exactly does the next upgrade include? Will I become bulletproof? Radiation-proof? Immortal, perhaps? And another thing… Ye Feng only had 1,000 Fate Points to begin with, right? I already took 300 from him. Doesn't that mean only 700 remain?"
The math didn't add up, and Lin Yuan didn't like uncertainty.
Shen Lan answered in her usual, composed tone:
[The specific features of the next upgrade will remain hidden until it is unlocked. However, the system assures that with every upgrade, the host's power, survivability, and longevity will improve significantly.]
[As for the required Fate Points—they need not come from Ye Feng alone.]
Lin Yuan raised a brow.
"What do you mean?"
[There are many protagonists in this world, Master. Ye Feng is not the only one. For instance:... ****** and others yet to be revealed…]
[Once the host completely plunders Ye Feng's Fate and finishes him off, the system will offer a choice.]
[The host may then choose to continue within this narrative—or link to the plotline of another novel, where other protagonists dwell.]
Lin Yuan took a breath, his expression unreadable.
So that was it. That's why the system was called the Counterattack System.
Because this world wasn't just a single protagonist's stage—it was a universe stitched together from the destinies of many favored sons of heaven.
Multiple stories.
Multiple chosen ones.
And one enemy—him.
He didn't need to think twice. He already knew his answer.
If the system gave him the option to enter other other novels, then of course he would. Because control… was everything.
Today, standing under the aim of dozens of guns, Lin Yuan had kept a calm face. But deep down, he wasn't entirely pleased.
Even though he knew no one dared to shoot him, he still disliked being in a situation where the trigger wasn't in his own hand.
He didn't like relying on assumptions or leaving his safety to the fear or hesitation of others.
Lin Yuan wanted absolute control.
He wanted to govern every outcome.
To dominate every battlefield.
And most importantly, he wanted his life in his own hands—not in anyone else's.
That's why, even though Ye Feng hadn't yet reached his peak in the original novel, Lin Yuan couldn't allow him to grow any stronger.
He would crush him before he could blossom.
But as for Lin Yuan himself—he wanted invincibility.
To be immune to bullets. To be untouched by knives. To resist radiation, disease, poison—even time.
He wasn't afraid of death.
But he refused to die a second time.
There was a difference.
He didn't want to be forgotten. He didn't want to disappear. Some part of him—perhaps the most honest part—desired immortality.
Originally, Shen Lan hadn't been powerful enough to offer that kind of strength.
But now… with the upgrade… and more coming?
Now there was hope.
And that was all Lin Yuan needed to burn forward. Now that he learned that it can be upgraded, he had the motivation again.
Since there were Cultivators and—beings who could defy natural limits—and even Immortals who stood above life and death, then surely... there had to be a way to live forever.
Lin Yuan paused, his gaze deep and unreadable.
But now wasn't the time to chase after dreams of immortality. No, not yet.
He shook his head, pushing those thoughts away. That kind of ambition required a foundation, and he hadn't laid it yet.
There was something far more pressing.
Right now, Lin Yuan's focus was singular and absolute: Ye Feng must die, and the Chen family who stood behind him—they had to be wiped from this world.
They had overstepped. They dared to defy him.
Lin Yuan clenched his fist slowly, his knuckles whitening.
He gave himself one month. That was all he needed.
One month to bring ruin to the Chen family. One month to watch them collapse.
A dark smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
It was getting late. Without another word, Lin Yuan slid into the backseat of his sleek black car. Shi Shengnan, his loyal subordinate, silently got behind the wheel and began the drive back to his estate.
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Meanwhile, across the city, under the harsh fluorescent lights of a private hospital, a broken man was waking.
Chen Meng had personally rushed Ye Feng to the emergency ward.
After hours of emergency surgery, Ye Feng—groggy and barely conscious—finally opened his eye.
Yes, just one.
A tight bandage wrapped around most of his head. The dull, numbing sensation spread across half his skull. He could feel almost nothing.
His vision was blurry, and only one eye responded to his efforts to focus.
"Xiao Feng, are you awake?" Chen Meng's voice came from the side, laced with urgency and concern.
Ye Feng blinked, dazed. "Uncle Chen… I…"
"You were badly injured by that bastard Lin Yuan," Chen Meng said grimly. "A sniper bullet the size of a grown man's palm nearly blew off half your head. The surgeons were able to reattach the torn flesh… but your left eye and left ear—they're gone. There's no saving them."
Ye Feng's body tensed. The cold truth rang in his ears.
"I… I can only hear from one side now? I can only see with one eye?" he asked, trembling. His fists slowly clenched beneath the hospital blanket.
"…Yes." Chen Meng's voice dropped, heavy with helplessness.
A long silence followed.
But then Ye Feng loosened his fists and exhaled sharply.
He had changed since Gu Qingshan's death. The impulsive fire that once ruled him had dulled. He was no longer the boy who screamed before thinking. He had learned to endure.
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