This Kind of Melodramatic Thing Can Also Happen to Me

S City Zhongshan Hospital

"Xiao Tian, where is Xingchen? How is he doing now? What did the doctor say?"

A tall, well-dressed young man strode toward the operating room, asking the blood-stained man sitting on the bench in a rush.

"I don't know. He's still in emergency surgery."

"How did this even happen? He was perfectly fine this morning, how could he suddenly..."

Just then, a uniformed police officer walked over and spoke to the young man:

"Hello, my surname is Liu. We are from the Municipal Public Security Detachment. May I ask what your relationship is to the injured, Mo Xingchen?"

"Hello, I'm his brother, Mo Bai. Officer, could you tell me exactly what happened?"

"It's like this: through surveillance footage, we learned that around 1:30 PM at the intersection of Shengli Street, Comrade Mo Xingchen saved a child from an oncoming car.

The driver and the vehicle have been brought in. According to the feedback from our traffic department colleagues, the accident was caused by a failure in the car's braking system, so it is preliminarily classified as an accidental traffic collision.

I personally admire Comrade Xingchen's actions, but we have matters to attend to at the bureau, so we will be heading back. Please make sure to come to the station within this work week to discuss and handle the follow-up."

After speaking, he nodded at the young man and left with his colleague.

Mo Bai said nothing, sitting silently on another bench, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. It wasn't until the light above the operating room door went out that a doctor with blood-stained clothes emerged.

"Family of the patient?"

Mo Bai and Xiao Tian jumped up, hurrying toward the doctor in a few quick steps, asking anxiously:

"Here, we're here! Doctor, how is my younger brother?"

The doctor shook his head slightly, and Mo Bai felt his heart tighten violently at the gesture.

"The patient is temporarily out of immediate danger, but he has multiple fractures. Most importantly, he suffered a severe impact to the head. As for when he will wake up, it's hard to say."

Mo Bai, whose heart had just settled, felt the world go black at the second half of the sentence. His body swayed, and Xiao Tian quickly steadied him.

"Doctor, does that mean my younger brother might become a vegetable?"

The doctor nodded slightly without a word and turned back into the operating room.

A sea breeze blew, and the tide dampened a man in casual clothes on the beach. In the distance, seagulls met the setting sun, and the azure sea occasionally erupted with flying fish yearning for the sky, forming a beautiful scroll.

The man jolted, opened his eyes, and scrambled up from the ground. He first checked his body, muttering:

"Huh! No missing limbs."

He patted himself down and checked his pockets.

"Huh? My phone is gone. Huh? My cigarettes are gone, and my lighter too! Did I get robbed?"

Looking up, there was the sea; turning around, there was a jungle. He couldn't help but ask himself:

"Where the hell am I?!"

He looked at his body, half-soaked by seawater, then at the sunset on the horizon. He figured that regardless of where he was—a coastal city or a deserted island—he should scout the surroundings first.

Otherwise, if the temperature dropped when night fell, he'd catch a cold. And if it really were a deserted island, he'd just be waiting to die.

After looking around, he chose a direction that seemed flat and began to walk slowly along the sandy beach. As he walked, he recalled: I remember saving a child, then getting hit by a car. By all logic, I should be in the hospital receiving treatment right now.

But now, I'm uninjured and appearing in this godforsaken place. Was I in a coma the whole time and got healed? Then got snatched by some mysterious organization to play a real-life Squid Game?

Are you kidding me? That doesn't make sense! My brother wouldn't be such an idiot as to lose his own brother!

So, excluding the impossible, the truth must be... Damn! Did I get hit by a car and transmigrate?! He clutched his head and smiled bitterly:

"I wasn't desperate with life. I have a brother who dotes on me, a bunch of ride-or-die friends, and my family isn't short on money. Why is this cliché plot happening to me? I..."

"Ding."

Walking along the beach, Mo Xingchen suddenly heard the sound. He subconsciously scanned his surroundings but found nothing unusual.

Oh ho! As a student of the Celestial Empire who went through nine years of compulsory education, even if I haven't eaten pork, I've seen a pig run. He asked cautiously:

"System?"

"Mo Family Dream-Chasing System No. 10086 is at your service."

"Mo Family? Dream-Chasing? Can you explain?"

"This system is an auxiliary tool created by the ancestors of the Mo family for their direct descendants to cultivate until they comprehend the Great Dao. Due to the depletion of Spiritual Energy on the Origin Star, many systems were lost or buried. Through a stroke of fate, you activated it. It will facilitate your cultivation as you arrive in this small world, helping you comprehend the Great Dao step by step from low to high."

"I see. Although I still have many questions, you said to cultivate until I comprehend the Great Dao—what should I do?"

"The following beginner systems are available for you to choose from:

1. Sun Breathing

2. Chakra System

3. Reishi System

4. Haki System

5. Cultivation System"

"I'm definitely choosing cultivation. Once a golden elixir enters my belly, my fate is mine, not heaven's!"

"Loading for host, please wait..."

"Right, 10086, which minor world is this? What's the faction distribution like, and who are the top-tier experts?"

"This world is the One Piece world familiar to the host, divided into Marines, pirates..."

"OK, I get it! No need to introduce the world background. Is this world real or fake? What do I need to do? Are there any missions?"

"There is nothing the host is required to do, nor are there any missions. This system is merely an auxiliary tool, nothing more. Everything is decided by the host.

However, since the host has chosen the Cultivation System, please follow the true meaning of Taoism: nature, non-action, and acting according to one's heart. System energy is exhausted and is entering charging mode. Please work hard on your cultivation.

Finally, I wish you a brilliant path to immortality and everlasting martial fortune!"

"Cultivation System loading complete...

Name: Mo Xingchen

Race: Human

Cultivation: Qi Refining Early Stage

Techniques: Misty Immortal Method, Void Nether Body Technique"

"10086... Hmm? System? Little System? 6? Well, it seems it really has gone silent. That's for the best, though; having a voice in my head constantly talking to itself would make others think I'm crazy.

Although I still have many questions, I'll just have to make the best of it. I'll search for people in this area before making any plans."

As his physique strengthened, Mo Xingchen began to move at high speed. After a few hours, he spotted a harbor and ran toward the lights. Upon arriving and taking a closer look, he thought:

Yo, my luck isn't bad. It's a small tavern, though it's a pity Zhao Lei isn't here to sing Chengdu.

He pushed the door open and entered. The people in the tavern glanced at the newcomer, saw he was just a harmless young man, and turned back to drinking and chatting with their companions. At this moment, the old man behind the bar asked:

"Guest, what would you like to drink?"

Mo Xingchen scratched his head awkwardly and said:

"Old sir, the passenger ship I was on hit a reef. I drifted at sea for two days before washing up here. Do you think I could stay here for a few days? Of course, I can help with some manual labor. If you could just provide me with some food, would that be alright?"

Hearing this, the old man scrutinized Mo Xingchen for a moment. He found that the young man looked decent and didn't appear to be a vicious criminal, just a bit dirty. He could also see that he carried no weapons, and despite being over six feet tall, he didn't have much meat on his bones.

Scratching his head with a silly grin, he looked quite kind-hearted. Thinking he probably wasn't a pirate or a bandit, the old man called toward the kitchen:

"Makino, come out for a second!"