"Cough! Ouch!"
Inside a bedroom, Su Lang sprawled across the bed abruptly doubled over, spewing forth a massive gush of blood.
"Ahh, it hurts... Where am I?"
"After taking out the target, didn't I leap from the building? Didn't I splatter to my death?"
With agony and confusion, Su Lang forced his eyes open, only for a flood of memory shards to surge in, stabbing his head with fierce pain!
"Red Maple City stronghold?"
"This body's owner shares the name Su Lang!?"
"This is Blue Star too? But... barriers? Martial artists? Fierce beasts?"
As he sifted through the recollections flooding his mind, Su Lang's eyes slowly grew wide, a raging tempest surging within his heart.
Moments later, Su Lang grasped his plight—he had transmigrated!
This was Blue Star as well, yet two millennia in the future, where everything had transformed dramatically.
Two thousand years prior, spiritual energy surged back, unleashing cataclysmic disasters that ravaged countless lives.
In utter desperation, humanity turned to ancient texts from China, forging the path of warriors and birthing a dazzling warrior civilization.
Yet, thousands of years back, spatial rifts tore open, unleashing hordes of endless fierce beasts upon Blue Star.
Forced into constant retreat, humans erected colossal barriers, established strongholds, and persisted in battling the beastly onslaught.
Su Lang now found himself in the Red Maple City Stronghold, a fragile bastion of human resistance.
Su Lang's predecessor had started life favorably, in a trio family where both parents were formal warriors.
Warrior realms ranged from body tempering, martial artist, martial master, to military commander, grand military commander, and martial king.
A formal warrior already commanded respect, enjoying minor privileges and admiration from the masses.
Logically, with martial artist parents, Su Lang's predecessor should have enjoyed a promising path ahead.
Tragically, his constitution was a worthless quagmire body unfit for martial cultivation, the most pathetic kind imaginable.
His parents exhausted their fortune, even sinking into debt from all sides, desperately attempting to forge him into a warrior, yet he couldn't even step into body tempering.
Yet that wasn't the nadir.
The true horror struck recently: his predecessor's parents perished while hunting beyond the city walls!
Stripped of parental shield, Su Lang's predecessor turned utterly isolated and forsaken.
Within mere days, he painfully learned the truth of 'Life's torments eternal, the world's warmth and chill known only to oneself'.
Then yesterday, two thugs brutally beat his predecessor to death, closing a wretched existence.
"Fuck, I'm so screwed!"
Su Lang drew a sharp, icy breath, stunned speechless, "What's the point of me transmigrating here? Might as well have died on impact!"
Unable to become a warrior meant lifelong misery at society's dregs, enduring daily torment and humiliation without even revenge's glimmer—better off dead!
"Boom boom boom!!"
"Little cripple, open this door for your grandpa!"
Ferocious pounding on the door rang out alongside brazen, reckless yelling.
The arrogant bellows from beyond the door made Su Lang inhale sharply, as vivid scenes exploded in his thoughts.
Scornful taunts of cripple and trash hurled down, even mocking his freshly deceased parents!
Garbage dumped carelessly at his doorstep, along with piss and shit, turning the entrance into a foul reek!
Cornered in the stairwell for extortion, hair yanked and face slapped if he refused to pay!
...
All these degradations stemmed from a single source: Chu Gang, the lone resident across the hall!
While his parents lived, Chu Gang hailed Su Lang as Young Master Su.
Once news of their disappearance spread, Chu Gang dubbed him the brat.
Upon confirmation of their deaths, Chu Gang sneered at him as little cripple.
Over time, Chu Gang's abuses escalated in cruelty and frequency.
Not this again!!
"Fuck, the original owner was such a pathetic pushover? Bullied this far and never even swung a blade!?"
Teeth clenched in fury, Su Lang's veins bulged prominently.
He wasn't one to nurse grudges long—revenge struck swift when wronged!
No way would he swallow such shame like the predecessor!
"Where's the knife? Where is it? Time to clash with him!"
Su Lang spotted a dark Tang sword mounted on the wall; gripping it firmly, he tried swinging his legs off the bed to seize it.
But suddenly, excruciating pain wracked his entire frame, draining every ounce of his strength in an instant.
"Fuck, it hurts! So much pain... you bastards who bully whole families!!"
Su Lang's face drained of color as he clutched his chest, eyes blazing blood-red with rage.
"Boom boom boom!"
Kicks now hammered the door instead of mere knocks. Only the tougher wood from the Reiki era kept it from shattering under Chu Gang's assault.
"The door won't hold much longer—what do I do?"
Fists balled in fury, Su Lang snarled, "Just sit here and die? Never!"
A voice abruptly echoed in his mind from nowhere.
"Ding! The one-key training system has been bound and is being activated!"
"1%...12%...56%..."