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Chapter 1: Lin Qi
Chapter 1: Lin Qi
Martial Arts Era 2045, Cang Province, Tianhai City.
It was the sweltering height of September, the entire city suffocating under the summer heat.
Rongshan Residential District, Building 4, Unit 301.
5:30 AM.
“Beep! Beep! Beep!”
Lin Qi’s eyes flew open. He shot upright, silencing the shrill alarm on his phone resting on the nightstand.
The buzzing stopped, leaving only the whir of a blue electric fan overhead. The air hung thick and stifling.
The room was cramped. A bunk bed dominated the space, its upper mattress cluttered with luggage. Beside it stood a weathered brown wooden desk. Posters papered the walls, the largest depicting a hazy-faced figure cloaked in golden flames, towering over a monstrous black dragon-like beast crushed beneath his foot. The image radiated raw, terrifying power.
Across the top, bold calligraphy declared:
“Either accept the status quo or change it. Change always demands sacrifice, and effort is the ladder to strength—the Red Emperor, the world’s strongest warrior.”
Little else furnished the room. Under fifteen square meters, the space felt sparse, the floor worn smooth by years of foot traffic.
Lin Qi stood, pulling on a faded gray school uniform. He stepped into the narrow bathroom, brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face with practiced efficiency.
Back in the mirror, his lean frame filled the frame—175 centimeters of wiry muscle, sharp features, and eyes burning with intensity.
In the living room, his father Lin Zhen sat shirtless on a threadbare sofa, scars crisscrossing his broad chest. His left sleeve hung empty. With his right hand, he fastened a flesh-toned mechanical prosthetic limb.
Clack-clack.
The artificial fingers twitched stiffly to life.
“Morning, Xiao Qi!” Lin Zhen grinned, his rugged face softening.
“Morning, Dad.”
As his father moved to the kitchen, he called over his shoulder, “I’m picking your mom up from the hospital today. She refused to stay longer after her surgery.”
“She worries about the costs.”
“You’ve got your senior year starting today. Train hard.”
Lin Zhen paused, his voice gentler. “You’ve got enough money?”
Lin Qi glanced at his phone. Balance: 66.6. “I’m fine.”
He tore open a packet of black coffee, dumping it into a glass tumbler. Cold water hissed into the cup as he stirred, then downed the bitter brew in one go.
Three minutes later, he pedaled down the street on a creaky old bicycle.
The wind carried a female voice from his Bluetooth earpiece:
“Martial Dao Calendar, Year 1999.
That year, cataclysms struck worldwide—tsunamis, earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions, tornadoes.
Nations reeled from the devastation.
When humanity thought the worst had passed, true horror arrived.
Black fissures split the earth, spewing monstrous beasts that devoured everything in their path.
They were walking disasters—Disaster Beasts.
With hides like steel and claws that shredded skyscrapers, they reduced cities to wastelands.
War erupted. Humanity became machines of war, but the beasts overwhelmed us.
Yet from the chaos, humanity evolved. Some awakened superhuman abilities.
And ancient martial arts rose anew…”
Lin Qi’s gaze drifted over neon-lit skyscrapers flashing Disaster Beast alerts.
Seventeen years here, he mused.
A transmigrator from Earth, he’d been reborn into this martial world. His past life—a corporate drone working himself to death. Now, an infant in 1999, when reality had shattered into this new era.
As a seasoned web novel reader, adaptation came easy.
So did his “cheat ability.”
In his mind’s depths, a cracked golden banner floated—a relic from some ancient battle. For half a year, it had stirred, projecting a translucent data overlay:
[Name: Lin Qi (17)]
[Occupation: Martial Artist]
[Template: None (99.8%)]
[Vital Energy Stat: 5.2]
[Martial Arts: Harmony Stance (Mastery), Tiger Form Fist (Proficient), Fundamental Spear Manual (Proficient)]
[Fist Techniques: Tier 1 (80%)]
[Spear Techniques: Tier 1 (60%)]
[Agility: Tier 1 (57%)]
No legendary stat-boosting system, just a progress tracker. Yet it fueled his growth—every percentage earned through sweat.
His eyes lingered on the Template bar. Half a year of relentless training had brought it to 99.8%.
Today, he thought, the final push.
This was his path—forge ahead, master martial arts, escape poverty, and lift his family from hardship.
The road ahead stretched long.
(End of Chapter)
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