"Walid" The Supreme Idiot

The sun hung high in the sky, casting golden rays over a bustling city filled with towering pagodas, ancient temples, and martial artists walking proudly in their silken robes. This was the world of cultivation, a place where strength reigned supreme, where men defied the heavens, and where the weak were mere stepping stones for the strong.

And somewhere, in the slums of this grand city, a boy with the intelligence of a broken teapot sat on the ground, his stomach growling like an angry beast.

His name was Walid.

His destiny? To be the most annoying existence this world had ever seen.

The Awakening of the System

Walid's stomach let out a noise that startled nearby birds. He clutched his empty belly and let out a dramatic groan.

"Uuugh… I'm gonna die! 😭💀"

He looked around at the strangers walking past him, each one wearing fine robes and carrying swords on their backs. They were strong. Powerful. Capable.

Meanwhile, Walid?

He was an absolute nobody. Dumb, weak, hungry. He didn't even know where he was.

"What kinda trash world is this? Where's my sandwich?! 🍞🤬"

DING!

🖥️ [SYSTEM BOOTING...]

Walid froze.

The voice echoed in his mind again, clear and robotic.

🔊 [Welcome to the Ultimate Provocation System!]

🔊 [Gain points by angering others! The stronger their rage, the greater your reward!]

His eyes widened. He scratched his head.

"Wait, wait, wait… So I just gotta piss people off? That's it? 🤨"

DING!

🔊 [Correct!]

🔊 [Would you like a tutorial on how to properly provoke others?]

Walid grinned. For the first time in his two lifetimes, he finally found something he was good at.

"Nah, System… I was born for this. 😈🔥"

And so, the ultimate foolish menace began his journey.

The First Victim

Walid spotted a young nobleman strutting through the market, his flowing purple robe embroidered with golden dragons. He walked like he owned the world, his chin so high in the air that he might as well have been sniffing the clouds.

Walid grinned.

Target acquired.

He walked up to the nobleman and, without warning, slapped the man's cup of tea out of his hand.

SPLASH! ☕💦

The tea soaked into the noble's expensive robe.

The man froze in disbelief.

The entire street fell silent. People stopped what they were doing, their eyes darting between Walid, the fool, and the nobleman, the victim.

The noble's face twitched. His hands balled into fists.

"Y-You… YOU DARE?!!! 🤬🔥"

DING!

🔊 [Congratulations! You have angered a nobleman! You have gained +10 Provocation Points!]

Walid smirked.

"Oops, my hand slipped. 🤡"

The nobleman's veins bulged.

"YOU—YOU LOWLY RAT! I WILL KILL YOU!"

The man unsheathed his sword, and the sharp blade gleamed under the sunlight.

The crowd gasped.

But Walid?

He just tilted his head.

"Oh no, you're gonna kill me? 😱 Wait, but how will you do it? Your sword-hand looks kinda weak… Do you even know how to use that thing? 🤭"

DING!

🔊 [Congratulations! You have insulted his pride! +20 Provocation Points!]

The noble's face turned red. He looked like a tea kettle about to explode.

"I'LL CUT YOU INTO A MILLION PIECES! 🔥😡"

He raised his sword—

But before he could swing—

A voice boomed through the street.

"STOP!"

Everyone turned.

A group of city guards rushed forward, their armor gleaming as they surrounded the scene.

The nobleman pointed at Walid, his face twisted in fury.

"This little beast DARES to insult ME! Kill him at once! 🔪😤"

One of the guards frowned.

"Sir, he is but a mere child."

"SO WHAT?! He must be taught a lesson! 😡"

Walid blinked innocently.

Then, he grinned.

"Hey, Mr. Noble, your voice cracks when you yell. Are you sure you're not still going through puberty? 🤣"

DING!

🔊 [+50 Provocation Points!]

The noble let out a roar so loud that the birds in the sky flew away in terror.

The guards held him back, whispering about how murdering a child in public was bad for his reputation.

Walid, meanwhile, strolled away casually, hands behind his head.

"Huh. That was easy. 😏"

And just like that, the legend of the most infuriating fool in the martial world had begun.

Epilogue: The Chaos Yet to Come

Far beyond the city, in a grand sect hidden deep within the mountains, a mighty elder meditated in peace.

Until—

BOOM!

A young disciple burst into the hall, panting heavily.

"E-Elder! We have a problem!"

The elder opened one eye, his voice calm.

"Speak."

The disciple gulped.

"There's… t-there's a child. He has appeared in the city. A foolish child unlike any we've seen before… He—He provokes people on purpose! And each time he does, he becomes stronger!"

The elder's eyes snapped open.

His heartbeat sped up.

A cold wind blew through the hall.

"A child who thrives on making others angry…?"

His hands trembled slightly.

"This… This is not just an idiot. This is a calamity."

Far away, Walid yawned as he stole a meat bun from a street vendor.

He had no idea that his name was already spreading like wildfire.

And he had no clue that soon, entire sects, noble families, and even emperors would curse his very existence.

[TO BE CONTINUED…]