I Really Don't Want to Show Off (Please Bookmark and Recommend!)

"How could I be this unlucky..."

"This world actually has Thunder Tribulations? That makes no scientific sense!"

"Damn it, who would've thought I'd die in such an earth-shattering fashion..."

Zhong Shenxiu was a transmigrator—and one who had already achieved fame and success.

After being reincarnated into this world, he discovered the cheat tool on his body.

This cheat tool was exceptionally rigid and not all that useful. It merely allowed him to obtain a certain amount of energy points from the shock and admiration of the onlooking crowd.

Every energy point could be used to improve his own skills.

Zhong Shenxiu remained perfectly calm about this. After all, as a transmigrator, who didn't have some kind of system?

These energy points could be called skill points, shock points, or even showing-off points, but Zhong Shenxiu had named them Heavenly Show Points.

With Heavenly Show Points, the once utterly ordinary Zhong Shenxiu had leaped up to become the greatest figure in the history of the martial world, the most learned and talented supreme Great Grandmaster of all time.

Unfortunately, this world's martial path was too weak. Zhong Shenxiu had therefore prepared to blaze a path of Xiantian qi cultivation—though in truth, it meant snatching secret manuals from east and west, discarding the dross and preserving the essence, merging them into one, then using Heavenly Show Points to force them upward. He had hoped to carve out a passage through this Age of Declining Dharma by sheer force of his cheat tool.

In the end, he had failed in the most shameful fashion.

"This isn't my fault. It's the world's fault! That world didn't allow the existence of anything above a Great Grandmaster..."

Zhong Shenxiu could only sigh helplessly. "Sigh... no matter what, I still died. This wasn't immortal cultivation, after all. How could anyone survive being struck by so many bolts of lightning? I only hope that the arrangements I made before my death can take effect and sweep away all those hidden dangers in one stroke..."

"Hm? Why does my consciousness still exist?"

Within the dim darkness, Zhong Shenxiu detected something unusual.

His consciousness had not sunk into chaos. Instead, it was unusually active. "Interesting. Is this what happens after a person dies? Too bad nobody who came back from the dead ever wrote it down... Or perhaps it's simply because of the cheat tool?"

With that thought, Zhong Shenxiu instinctively tried to sense his cheat tool.

He had named this cheat tool the "Heavenly Show System." In reality, it was a ridiculous system, stiff as a board—the sort that would not budge unless you whipped it first.

With that mental prod, a pale blue screen immediately appeared in Zhong Shenxiu's consciousness.

Lines of strange text emerged, yet he understood their meaning at a glance:

Achievement [Dead and Still Showing Off] attained!

Reward obtained—one transmigration!

"So... I achieved another accomplishment?"

Zhong Shenxiu muttered to himself. This lousy system had some hidden achievements as well, and their rewards were quite generous after completion. Unfortunately, they were extremely difficult, and there were no hints whatsoever.

During his time on the Nine Dragon Continent, the only achievement he had ever attained was forcibly matchmaking the convent that claimed to hold the fate of the true dragon in its hands, staging a bustling mass wedding. In the end, he had received an [Excellent] achievement, which rewarded him with ten Heavenly Show Points in one go. After that, he had gained nothing at all.

Who would have thought that the arrangements he made before his death would produce such an effect?

"But... I really don't want to show off!"

Zhong Shenxiu complained with a face full of resentment. "What does showing off mean? Doing what others cannot, acting tough and slapping faces—in simple terms, it means courting death! Isn't this just forcing me to provoke stronger opponents while I'm still insufficiently powerful?"

"If I could choose, I'd rather huddle off to the side and level up quietly until I became godlike!"

"Unfortunately... from the moment I was born in Heavenly Show Manor, a heap of rotten troubles came flying at me. For example, concubines who wanted to kill me, a pack of brothers who were fierce only at home. They forced me to show off, acting tough and slapping faces all the way..."

"In the next world, I definitely won't show off again. I just want a plain, peaceful life!"

Being surrounded by darkness could make one forget the passage of time.

Zhong Shenxiu had no idea how long his consciousness had remained in darkness.

At last, he sensed his body.

Smack!

As though he had fallen from a great height in a dream, his entire body convulsed, and he opened his eyes.

Pain!

Pain that pierced straight through his heart!

A violent wave of agony struck him. Even with Zhong Shenxiu's nerves tempered a thousand times over, he could not help crying out in pain.

He collapsed onto the ground, his body convulsing violently. It felt as though every inch of his bones had shattered, while searing pain surged from within his body.

—As though a Demon were constantly gnawing at his internal organs.

For an ordinary person, such pain might have been enough to make them faint—or even drive them to suicide.

But Zhong Shenxiu was different!

He gritted his teeth and endured it.

After a long while, his breathing gradually calmed.

Zhong Shenxiu pushed himself up and looked over his body.

He raised his hands and found a pair of palms that, though thin and weak, already belonged to a teenager. Confusion entered his voice. "This isn't reincarnation, but body possession?"

"Then what was that pain just now?"

Zhong Shenxiu rose to his feet and examined himself. This should have been the body of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy. Thankfully, it was still male, and no important parts were missing.

The surroundings were pitch-black. Only faint threads of moonlight filtered in through the window, illuminating the interior of a cramped wooden hut.

The furnishings were old and worn. A straw mat lay on the bed, and there were no chairs or stools. On the only stone block, which might have been either a stool or a table, sat a clay bowl.

There was a pool of clear water in the bowl. Zhong Shenxiu carried it to the window and saw a vaguely reflected face within it.

A high nose bridge, slightly thick lips, sunken eye sockets, gaunt cheeks...

"Looks pretty average..."

Zhong Shenxiu rubbed his chin with his right hand. "Not as handsome as I was in my previous life..."

After that jab, perhaps stimulated by the sight of his own face, a chain of memories emerged in his mind:

Second Yanhan Empire, Fufeng Protectorate...

Three Suns and Two Moons, Blood Wheel Moon...

Foreign races, Quanrong...

Western nations, Demons, Black Mist...

A vast flood of chaotic memories surged in. The life-and-death bonds and treacherous seas of love within them crashed relentlessly against Zhong Shenxiu's mind, forcing him back several steps before he dropped onto the bed.

After a long while, having digested a small portion of the memories, Zhong Shenxiu let out a long breath. "Su Daozhi, is it? A person who died tonight... In that case, I only obtained your body after you died. It doesn't count as killing you, so I feel much less guilty... Even so, if your wishes are within my power, I'll lend you a hand..."

"Then, I'll accept your body without ceremony..."