I Have the Alchemy Emperor in My Head - Chapter 40: Differential Treatment

I don’t have a hero complex. I don’t intend to remain humble either. All I am is a Fan, of the grandeur that is Sumatra. This world has everything necessary to charm your inner child: Mountains that roll around like worms, seas that curl up like flowers, and majestic beasts that thunder your breath away.I’ve reincarnated many times on Sumatra, to protect it from external invasions while rejoicing its beauty. This time is no different. However, the current enemy is someone who has outscaled the power system.Hence, I will Regress Seven Times in an attempt to defeat the enemy. Why only seven, you ask?Because that’s all this Fan can hope to endure. Regressions come with risks and inclining baggage, after all.

Hongmeng transmigrates as a god and obtains a golden finger which allows him to join a chat group with characters from other worlds.“Ding, you have received a random invitation to join All-Heavens Chat Group No. 10,000. Do you wish to join All-Heavens Chat Group No. 10,000?”

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.

“Where the f*ck am I?”

One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition.

“F*ck, I ain’t a savage!”