S City Zhongshan Hospital
"Xiao Tian, where's Xingchen? How is he doing? What did the doctor say?"
A tall, well-dressed young man hurried toward the operating room and anxiously asked the blood-covered man sitting on the bench:
"I don't know. He's still being resuscitated."
"What exactly happened? He was perfectly fine this morning. How did this suddenly..."
Just then, a uniformed police officer walked over and spoke to the young man:
"Hello, my surname is Liu. We're from the Municipal Public Security Detachment. Are you related to the injured man, Mo Xingchen?"
"Hello, I'm his older brother, Mo Bai. Officer, what exactly happened?"
"Here's what we know. Surveillance footage showed that at around 1:30 p.m., at the intersection on Shengli Street, Mo Xingchen rescued a child from a speeding car.
"The driver and vehicle involved have already been taken in. Based on feedback from the traffic police, the car's braking system malfunctioned, so this has preliminarily been determined to be an accidental traffic incident.
"I personally admire Comrade Xingchen's actions, but we have matters to attend to at the station, so we'll be leaving first. Please go to the station during office hours this week to discuss how this matter will be handled."
With that, he nodded at the young man and left with another police officer.
Mo Bai said nothing. He silently sat on another bench, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. Only when the light above the operating room door went out did a doctor with bloodstained clothes emerge from inside.
"Family of the patient?"
Mo Bai and Xiao Tian hurriedly rose to their feet and rushed over to the doctor, asking anxiously as they went:
"We're here, Doctor. How is my younger brother?"
The doctor gently shook his head. Mo Bai's heart clenched at the gesture.
"The patient has temporarily escaped life-threatening danger, but he has multiple fractures. Most importantly, his head suffered a severe impact. As for when he'll wake up, that's hard to say."
Mo Bai had only just relaxed when the latter half of those words made his vision go dark. He staggered, and Xiao Tian hurriedly caught him.
"Doctor, does that mean my brother might become vegetative?"
The doctor nodded gently without saying anything, then turned and went back into the operating room.
A sea breeze swept past, and the tide dampened a man in casual clothes on the shore. Seagulls crossed the setting sun in the distance, while several flying fish leaped from the blue sea from time to time, yearning for the sky and forming a beautiful scene.
The man jolted awake, opened his eyes, and climbed to his feet. He first looked over his body and muttered:
"Mm! No missing arms or legs."
Then he patted himself down and felt around in his pockets.
"Mm, my phone's gone. Huh? My cigarettes are gone too, and so is my lighter! Did I get robbed?"
The ocean lay before him, while jungle stretched behind him. He could not help asking himself:
"Where the hell am I?"
Looking at half his body soaked by seawater and then at the sunset on the horizon, he thought that whether this was a coastal city or an uninhabited island, he should first scout out the area.
Otherwise, once night fell and the temperature changed, wouldn't he catch a cold? And if this really was an uninhabited island, wouldn't that mean waiting to die?
After looking around, he chose a direction where the terrain appeared relatively flat and slowly walked along the beach. As he walked, he recalled, I remember saving a child, then getting hit by a car. By all rights, I should be in a hospital receiving treatment right now.
But I'm completely uninjured and somehow appeared in this godforsaken place. Was I unconscious the whole time, got cured, and then abducted by some mysterious organization to play a real-life Squid Game?
Are you kidding me? That makes no sense! My brother can't be dumb enough to lose his own little brother, can he?
Then, after ruling out every impossibility... the truth is always only one! Damn! I got hit by a car and transmigrated! Thinking that, he held his head and gave a bitter laugh.
"I wasn't even despairing over life. I had an older brother who loved me, a bunch of close friends, and my family wasn't short on money either. How did this ridiculous plotline end up happening to me? I..."
"Ding."
Mo Xingchen, walking along the shore, suddenly heard the sound. He instinctively looked around, but found nothing unusual.
Oh-ho! He was, after all, a Chinese student who had gone through nine years of compulsory education. Even if he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen a pig run. He cautiously asked:
"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 Mo Family's founding ancestor for direct descendants to cultivate until they comprehend the Great Dao. Because Spiritual Energy on Origin Star has run dry, many systems were lost or buried. By a fortunate coincidence, after the host activated this system, it brought the host to this small world to facilitate cultivation, allowing the host to comprehend the Great Dao step by step, from low to high."
"I see. Although I still have many questions, you said I can cultivate until I comprehend the Great Dao. What should I do?"
"The following beginner systems are available for the host to choose from:
Sun Breathing
Chakra System
Spirit Particle System
Haki System
Cultivation System"
"I'm definitely choosing cultivation! Swallow a golden core, and my fate is mine, not heaven's!"
"Loading for the host. Please wait..."
"Oh, right, 10086. What small world is this, anyway? How are the factions in this world distributed? Who are the top experts..."
"This world is the One Piece world familiar to the host. It is divided into the Marines, pirates..."
"Okay, I get it! No need to introduce the world's background any further. So is this world real or not? What do I need to do? Are there any missions?"
"There is nothing the host must do, nor are there any missions. This system is merely an auxiliary tool, nothing more. Everything is up to the host.
"However, since the host chose the Cultivation System, please follow the true meaning of the Daoist path: nature, nonaction, and acting according to your heart. The system's energy has been exhausted and will now enter charging mode. Please cultivate diligently.
"Finally, may your immortal path shine bright and your martial fortune soar like a rainbow!"
Cultivation System loaded successfully... Name: Mo Xingchen Race: Human Cultivation: Qi Refining Early Stage Cultivation Methods: Misty Immortal Method, Void Nether Body Technique
"10086... Huh? System? Little System? Six? Fine, looks like it's really gone dormant. But that's probably for the best. If there were always a voice in my head and I kept talking to myself, people would think I was crazy.
"Even though I still have plenty of doubts, I might as well make the best of it. First, I'll see whether there are any people around here before making plans."
As his physique strengthened, Mo Xingchen began moving at high speed. A few hours later, he spotted a port and ran toward the lights. When he got closer and looked carefully, he thought:
Oh, not bad luck. It's a little tavern. Too bad Zhao Lei isn't here to sing "Chengdu."
He pushed open the door. The people in the tavern glanced at the newcomer, saw that he was a harmless young man, then turned back to drinking and chatting with their companions. At that moment, the elderly man at the bar asked:
"Customer, what would you like to drink?"
Mo Xingchen scratched his head awkwardly and said:
"Sir, the passenger ship I was on struck a reef. I drifted at sea for two days before ending up here. Would it be possible for me to trouble you for a few days? Of course, I can help with physical work. Just feed me, and that'll be enough. Is that alright?"
Hearing this, the old man carefully sized Mo Xingchen up. The young man looked dignified and did not seem like a vicious criminal. He was just a little dirty, but it was also clear that he carried no weapons. He was over six feet tall, yet there was barely any meat on his bones.
Scratching his head and wearing a simple, honest smile, he looked fairly friendly. Thinking he was probably not a pirate, bandit, or the like, the old man called toward the kitchen:
"Makino, come out for a moment!"
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