Chapter 1: Studying Medicine Can't Save the Old Society

(Friendly reminder: This book is set in an alternate world, which can be considered another Earth, with the time setting around 2040. The protagonist's country background is the Federation Republic; do not project onto reality. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.)

The operating room lights went out.

The blinding white light vanished, leaving only cold instruments and a body still retaining some warmth.

"Dr. Chu, thank you for your hard work," Chief Physician Liu Guodong said, removing his blood‑stained gloves, a precise mix of fatigue and regret on his face. "What a pity, the patient arrived too late; we've already done our best."

Outside the door, a gut‑wrenching wail instantly pierced the sound‑proof door, like a dull blade repeatedly sawing at everyone's eardrums.

It was a mother's lament for her lost only child.

Chu Che remained silent, his long, fair fingers washing away the blood under running water with meticulous care, as if cleaning a precious work of art.

His profile, illuminated by the wall lamp, appeared warm and calm; the eyes behind his lenses were deep, revealing no emotion.

Only he knew that the success rate of this surgery should have been over ninety percent.

If he were the lead surgeon, it would be a hundred percent.

But he couldn't.

Because this healthy, young heart that had just stopped beating already had a new "home" an hour ago.

And he was merely a tool summoned temporarily to "play a part."

【Detected intense resentment......】

A line of blood‑red characters abruptly flashed on his retina, then vanished quickly.

Chu Che turned off the faucet and flicked the water droplets from his hand. The icy drops splashed onto the mirror, reflecting his utterly unruffled face.

Warm, steady, and empathetic—that is how his colleagues in the cardiac surgery department of Jiang Hai City Second Hospital described him.

A top graduate of Tokyo University, the youngest attending physician, recognized industry‑wide as a prodigy.

But they didn't know that beneath this flesh lay a heart already cold and lifeless.

In the Corridor, the deceased's mother collapsed in tears, clutching a thick stack of bills whose astronomical figures could crush this already impoverished family.

Liu Guodong was offering false consolation, his words subtly implying the hospital's "excessive benevolence" and the family's "unreasonable fuss."

Chu Che passed by them without a sideways glance; the scent of disinfectant mingled with the sour, decaying odor of sorrow was already commonplace to him.

Turning the corner, he saw two men in blue uniforms pushing a temperature‑controlled transport box labeled "Biomedical Waste," hurrying toward a special passage.

What was inside the box, Chu Che knew all too well.

The heart that should have continued beating in another chest was now being treated as a commodity, shipped to the city's most elite private hospital. Its new owner was a billionaire who had been admitted just yesterday for a heart attack.

How ironic.

Chu Che's mother had also lain on a hospital bed, painfully awaiting a suitable heart.

She waited three years, from hopeful anticipation to complete despondency.

Finally, a successfully matched heart was found. But the day before the surgery, that heart was intercepted directly from the highway by a powerful figure who wielded far‑reaching connections.

And the surgeon for that dignitary… was none other than him, Chu Che, summoned urgently by a "flying knife" request.

When he later learned that he had personally implanted the heart that should have saved his mother into another body, the last sliver of light in his world was completely extinguished.

Chu Che became a cardiac surgeon because he resolved to cure his mother's heart disease and save many more people in this world.

But who were the people he saved?

He exposed the hospital's organ‑trading black market, only to face suppression, threats, and wage cuts. Though he possessed genuine talent, he could never catch up with the mediocre ones backed by connections.

Studying Medicine Can't Save the Old Society.

This world is ill. The lesion is humanity.

A bizarre metaphor he had previously encountered floated in Chu Che's mind.

There were four sheep and five lawns, with four lawns encircling a central one. As long as the central lawn remained untouched, the grass on the other four lawns could regenerate indefinitely, sustaining all the sheep.

What a perfect Eden Garden.

Yet there were always greedy sheep, unsatisfied with their share, that tried to graze the central Forbidden Land. In the end, the rules collapsed, all lawns withered, and all the sheep starved together.

This is humanity.

Rules devised by humans, as long as they are operated by humans, can never escape humanity's greed and selfishness.

Killing a sinner for revenge, the flawed rule itself will spawn ten new sinners.

Therefore, one cannot simply kill the sheep.

What must be done is become the "shepherd" who creates the rules.

Not… to become a "god."

Using an absolute, transcendent "Divine Law" beyond humanity, untouched by human interference, to reboot this world.

Bringing humanity a true "Eden Garden."

And not long ago, this thing he obtained… could help him achieve that.

Chu Che lifted his hand and nudged his glasses.

As a cold mechanical tone rang in his mind, the blood‑colored interface on his retina became crystal clear.

A template of an editor exuding an ominous aura was slowly unfolding.

【Weird Editor】

【You may expend 'Karma' to create edited resentful spirits and Urban Legends, i. e., Weird, and deploy them into reality】

【Rule (1): Weird must draw its sentient source from a human soul imbued with resentment】

【Rule (2): Weird must possess a Murder Rule. Editing the Murder Rule requires expending 'Karma'】

【Rule (3): Killing a sinful person allows you to seize 'Karma'. The deeper the sin, the more 'Karma' you gain】

【Rule (4): You may synchronize the Weird power you have created, merge it into yourself, and ascend the divine ladder. The more Weird power you integrate, the closer you are to 'God'】

After work.

Chu Che didn't go home; instead, he shed his Doctor's Lab Coat and headed to the hospital's second underground level.

The mortuary.

The cold, damp air blew over me; the formalin smell was so strong it made me want to vomit.

Row after row of icy mortuary cabinets loomed like silent beasts, devouring the last traces of life.

Chu Che didn't need to look at the labels; he could 'feel' it.

A thick, unresolvable resentment surged wildly out of one of the cabinets.

It belonged to the youth who died on the operating table today.

Unwillingness, anger, despair... all kinds of emotions intertwined into a black energy.

It was truly perfect 'fuel'.

He reached out and gently pulled open the drawer labeled 'B4'.

With the metallic scraping sound, a young, pale face was revealed.

His eyes remained open, staring straight at the ceiling, as if silently questioning this unjust world.

【Detected high-quality vengeful spirit 'Wronged Dead'; capture and use as editing material?】

"Yes."

Chu Che silently chanted in his heart.

The next second, he saw a wisp of black aura imperceptible to ordinary people rising from the youth's corpse, pulled by an invisible force into the editor interface before his eyes.

At the center of the interface, a blurry human silhouette began to flicker.

【Material: Soul of the Wronged Dead】

【Resentment intensity: Extremely high】

Chu Che's gaze fell on the rule-setting column beneath the editor; behind his lenses, his eyes flashed with fervent light for the first time.

What he wanted to create was not merely a killing tool.

but the first cornerstone of the New World he was creating, the kindling that would help him become a god.

So, what should this weird name be? And how should its murder rule be set?

Chu Che's thoughts raced, and a crazy yet perfect idea took shape in his mind.

He extended his long, fair fingers and tapped the first setting into the void editor.