Dream Realm

"Sanshou isn't for show."

"Fast! Precise! Ruthless! Punch like lightning, kick like blades!"

Nanjiang City, Yan Wu Academy.

The martial arts hall coach's voice echoed as sweat flew from Chen Feng's face and he drove a right punch forward.

Whoosh!

His fist shot straight out, his elbow slightly bent.

The most basic Straight Punch—one of the foundational Sanshou moves he had recently mastered at the martial arts hall.

Without stopping, he stepped forward, five fingers gripped tightly, and fired off a left punch.

Whoosh!

His elbow was noticeably bent, forming a fairly standard Left Hook.

Such a scene was hardly eye-catching in the entire martial arts hall. Looking Along the Flow, one could see a full twenty or thirty students practicing Sanshou movements in the spacious Practice Room.

Some used Splitting Punches, some Stomp Kicks; some threw Swing Punches, some practiced Step-ins. All of them had stable centers of gravity and decent movements.

There were even people striking Sandbags, moving on to the next stage of practice.

For a time, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on the faces of those drenched in sweat.

Whoosh!

Without looking aside, Chen Feng threw another punch.

And this time—

Progress +1

Sanshou: Not Yet Started (82%)

The panel automatically appeared before him. Only then did Chen Feng stop moving and catch his breath.

With a thought, he wiped the sweat from his face and soon saw more floating information before him.

Name: Chen Feng

Age: 22

Strength: 8.2

Agility: 8.1

Constitution: 8.1

Willpower: 8.8

Skill: Sanshou (Not Yet Started, 82%)

"Still a little short."

The thought flashed through Chen Feng's mind, and he narrowed his eyes.

This was the panel he had obtained in the Dream Realm while sleeping a week ago, after transmigrating into this world.

Its function was simple: it reflected his current physical stats and the proficiency of his skills.

Tap, tap!

Then, after glancing at the others practicing, Chen Feng felt thirsty.

He walked to the open area beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, picked up his sports bottle, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into his mouth.

Glug! Glug!

Sweat slid down his skin while plain water flowed down his throat into his stomach.

That exhausted yet fulfilled feeling left Chen Feng deeply satisfied.

A week ago, he had merely been an ordinary office worker on Earth, who had died suddenly after staying up late playing games.

Now, having luckily transmigrated to this parallel world similar to Earth, he had more or less adapted to everything here over the past week.

Earth Star, Chi Kingdom.

This was the country the original owner had lived in, one of the two great powers of the modern world.

As for the original owner, he had shared Chen Feng's name and had been an ordinary university graduate who became unemployed immediately after graduation, as well as a Sanshou student who had only recently joined the martial arts hall.

Because he had come down with a fever a week ago, Chen Feng had taken over his body.

The other party's parents had both been ordinary people and had passed away two years ago.

He had one older sister left, a doctoral student at a local research institute. She worked while studying and had excellent grades.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng stopped drinking and looked at his own reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, dressed in a black crew-neck T-shirt, and somewhat lean.

At twenty-two, he had sharp brows, a buzz cut, and fairly rugged features.

"No matter what this world is really like."

"First, survive."

"Then become stronger!"

The thought flashed through his mind as he recalled the strange Dream Realm he encountered every day after transmigrating.

Chen Feng soon put down the bottle of mineral water, walked onto the Practice Field, and continued practicing Sanshou.

Time passed. Two hours later, the progress of his Sanshou skill rose again.

Sanshou: Not Yet Started (83/100)

"If I can keep up this pace, I should successfully get started in another week."

Letting out a breath, Chen Feng nodded to himself.

Clap, clap!

Practice for the day came to an end. The coach, who had been standing in the open space at the front, clapped his hands to signal that class was over.

"That's all for today."

"If any of you still have questions about Sanshou, you can come find me privately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Feng briefly caught his breath and rested, without delaying much.

After packing up, he went to the Locker Room, wiped off his sweat, and changed out of his soaked clothes.

Before long, he left the martial arts hall.

After half an hour of uneventful travel—

The crowded No. 12 bus reached the stop, and Chen Feng stepped out through the rear door.

Looking Along the Flow, the nearby residential compounds were filled with old concrete buildings. The surrounding streetlights were rusty and slightly yellowed.

Fruit wholesale shops occupied the ground floors, while trucks were constantly loaded and unloaded amid endless chatter.

The corners of the ground were damp, and flies still buzzed around the garbage bins.

This was the only inheritance left behind by the original owner's parents: a small, old, rundown apartment.

Usually, Chen Feng lived there alone.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Chen Feng stopped, took out his phone, and saw a message notification along with a transfer of one thousand yuan.

Chen Yun: Xiaofeng, the research institute is very busy this weekend, so I can't come back for now.

You've been practicing boxing lately, so make sure to eat more nutritious food. Take your time finding work. I'll figure something out.

After reading the message, Chen Feng fell silent.

Chen Yun was the original owner's biological older sister. During this time, he had felt quite a lot of care from her.

Although she was a doctoral student, she was still in the internship stage, so her pay was actually low—only a few thousand yuan in internship allowance.

But she treated the original owner very well. Whether it was his tuition and living expenses over the past two years or his boxing training fees, she had paid for them all.

Got it.

He did not refuse. Since he had become unemployed upon graduation, Chen Feng truly was short on money.

He instinctively typed the words "thank you," but recalling the original owner's manner of speaking, he quietly deleted them in the end.

Chen Yun: I'm going back to work. There's a lot going on with the project, smile.jpg

Okay. Not wanting her to notice anything unusual, Chen Feng replied briefly.

Afterward, he put away his phone, climbed to the fifth floor in one go, and returned to the two-bedroom apartment.

An old sofa. A television with a black screen.

The floor tiles were dark gray, and the decor was simple.

Chen Feng took out a small bag of beef from the refrigerator, boiled it simply, and ate it with rice to Deal With a meal.

Whether in his previous life or this one, he had never been much of a cook.

But thanks to the exertion from boxing, he was too hungry to care about the taste and wolfed everything down.

After washing the bowls and plates, he did a little tidying up.

Before long, he returned to the bedroom.

A simple white wardrobe, a wooden table and wooden chair, and a large bed.

Taking out his phone, Chen Feng reclined halfway on the bed and began browsing nearby job listings.

Living aimlessly was not his style. He could not keep leeching off the original owner's older sister.

So, he still wanted to find a job first, one that would allow him to support himself independently while continuing his boxing practice.

"Supermarket cashier: six days on, one day off. Eight in the morning to midnight, two sixteen-hour shifts. No education requirements. Monthly salary: 3,500 yuan."

"Bar security guard: six days on, one day off. Six in the evening to three in the morning. No education requirements. Monthly salary: 5,000 yuan."

"Company clerk: weekends off. Nine to six. Associate degree or above required. Monthly salary: 3,000 yuan."

As he scrolled through the job listings, Chen Feng gradually formed some ideas.

Before long, the exhaustion from boxing washed over him, and he felt his eyelids beginning to droop again.

Not forcing himself to stay awake, Chen Feng simply put down his phone and lay flat on the bed while the feeling lasted.

Beep, beep!

"Whose car is that? Move the damn thing!"

An irritated shout from a passerby came from downstairs. Chen Feng only felt his consciousness slowly emptying.

The original owner's memories resurfaced like a slideshow, scene after scene from the past.

The sobbing after his parents' deaths, the laziness of playing games all day in university.

Not daring to confess to the girl he liked, envying classmates who flaunted designer clothes and sneakers.

After studying hotel management for four years, he could only become a waiter with pitifully low wages.

Unemployed upon graduation, using boxing practice as an excuse to avoid everything.

Unwillingness, inferiority, confusion.

Chen Feng continuously absorbed the original owner's memories and emotions. His consciousness sank, and everything around him fell completely silent.

Time passed, and the night grew deeper.

Mist churned, leaving everything dim.

His consciousness fell endlessly into slumber when Chen Feng suddenly felt his body shift and the ground vanish beneath his feet.

Buzz!

His eyelids twitched, and Chen Feng opened his eyes.

Everything around him was enveloped in thick Black Mist. That strange Dream World had appeared again.