"I'm born as a fucking peasant?" Gang Xin's eyes betrayed his stern facial expression. And even though his face was riddled with pointy beard, even they seemed to grieve at the information he was currently seeing.
"Commencing transmigration in 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."
"0" the last 0 seemed to sound with a brilliant power as everything in everyone's vision turned white.
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"Why the fuck does my head hurt so much.." a teenage boy in ragged brown clothing could be seen clutching his head. He was currently waking up from a sleep apparently, as he was supporting his upper body with one hand on the floor, and the other on his head.
His hair was naturally red, but maybe as if showing the owner's health condition, it was a shade of dullness and had lost its color.
However, the boy wasn't concentrated on his hair, or the old and dilapidated house he was in.
His eyes were concentrated on the air in front of him, almost as if he could see something, something in the air. But of course, there was nothing.
[Congratulations, you have successfully transmigrated! Below is your general information starting out:
Gang Xin (Gang Xin the Star Tyrant)
Status: Injured (slight injury in the meridians and tendons)
Background: Outer branch member of the Gang Clan, a clan medium sized in the Swallowing Rock city. Both of Gang Xin's parents died from unfortunate events early on in his life, resulting in him being orphaned. However, his uncle and aunt refused to take him in, thus he was discriminated within his clan. Now, he lives on the clan's resources and tries to gain favor of the clan by improving his cultivation.]
After reading the information, Gang Xin was silent for some time before he finally said something.
"Did my nascent soul cultivation remain?" Gang Xin tried to check it with his spiritual perception, but realized he couldn't see shit.
"Turns out I don't even have a spiritual perception." anger seemed to build up within him, and he also wanted to curse his fate, and the system for assigning him these circumstances as a starter pack.
"Sigh..." But eventually, he just took a sigh and got up.
'Even my movements are hindered, and my body damaged' he performed a few moves. A few straight punches, a few kicks, and then a body hold with a specific stature.
He could clearly be seen lagging behind on the punches, and unable to hold his balance and weight while doing the body holds.
It was like watching a broken piano get played, while a few of its chords were cut and not functioning. Even an excellent symphony would sound like a pain to the ears.
'Well, well, let's see the body's memories...' Gang Xin looked into his mind.
After browsing through the distorted memory for a bit of time, he realized he was in an even worse position than he thought he was.
A month before, he had been beaten up by a peer from another clan, the Sun clan. And because the Sun clan was one of the three most powerful clans in the Swallowing Rock city, his Gang clan didn't dare to harm any peer from there. Especially when he was one of the young masters.
The beat up was brutal too. It left him almost crippled as several of his tendons tore, and the meridian on his neck got injured. However, the Gang Xin from before didn't know of the latter injury.
He only believed he had to fix his tendons, and bought several medicines with his hard fought for money. Although the medicine did help, it was of inferior quality and never truly solved the problem.
Not to mention, the tendon injury was only the superficial one. The meridian damage was what truly caused the poor boy's deterioration and eventual death.
Because the meridian had unfortunately been on his throat, he suffered from indigestion and also trouble in breathing. After living miserably for one month, he succumbed to his injuries and quietly passed on in his old home.
'... Well, he sure lived terribly. Unfortunately, his circumstances are not rare.' The cultivation world was a very very cold and cruel place.
In Gang Xin's original world, even a death of 20 people would be regarded as a massacre and gain global attention. However, here, a death of even 200 people would go unnoticed.
And the wars on here could even cause up to 1 billion deaths, and people would only mind their own business.
"It seems me previous cultivation did not transfer here after all." Gang Xin examined his entire body.
'It even seems like the cultivation system here is different too, which means that my previous foundation of Nascent soul was also useless. Sigh...' well, what could Gang Xin do. The world was not to his bidding.
It couldn't possibly give the players from the VR world such a huge advantage. Otherwise, many people might just ascend to Foundation Establishment in the first month, and then snowball their progress rapidly until they eventually became a Nascent Soul.
By then, they would already be a powerhouse, and wouldn't need to worry about fending off enemies. With the resources here, they might even tear their mortal body and ascend to become an Immortal.
"Martial Artist huh..." in this world, almost everyone cultivated. And the first cultivation realm of this world was called Form Fighter; being divided into 10 stages called stars. Gang Xin had originally cultivated to the 4th star when he turned 15 this year, but had fallen from that and became a 3 star fighter due to the injury.
Originally, he was already considered quite talented to have cultivated to the 4th stage in 2 years. Everyone started cultivation at 13, and most would generation stay in the Form Fighter stage until the end of their life. Gang Xin used to be considered a strong contender to become one of the clan's elders...
Now, that injury had made him regress back to the 3rd stage.