Transmigration and Awakening

"Bang!"

"1142kg."

In the corner of the third-floor martial arts hall, the punching target shook violently, and a line of numbers instantly appeared on the screen of the punch force tester: "1142kg."

"Hoo!"

The lean, six-foot-three man pulled back his fist, a look of excitement washing over his scarred face as he stared at the figure displayed on the machine.

Fortunately, he was the only one in the hall at the moment; otherwise, if other students were present, it would surely have drawn a chorus of gasps.

One must know that the passing mark for the Quasi-Warrior examination was only 900 kilograms. A punch force of over 1000 kilograms was something no other Advanced Student in this dojo had ever achieved.

Of course, a warrior's combat power rating was not determined by strength alone; speed and neural reaction time were also key criteria.

Even weapons, combat uniforms, secret manuals, and battle records could serve as assessment standards.

But that was getting ahead of himself!

Just one day ago, his punch force had been only 942kg; in a single day, it had surged by 200kg.

While this might be a trivial matter in the eyes of some, when it actually happened to him, he couldn't help but feel thrilled.

At 942kg, his data had already surpassed the passing line for the exam, and his neural reaction speed had also met the requirements.

However, speed was his weak point. His previous test speed had only reached 24.7 m/s, falling just a hair short of the 25 m/s passing mark.

If his strength had increased, what about his speed?

Thinking of this, he hurried to the test track on the side and switched on the speed tester.

"Click!"

The speed tester powered on, and the camera lit up.

"Hoo... hoo..."

After briefly adjusting his breathing, he stood on the sixty-meter track, legs slightly bent and body leaning forward.

"Boom!"

He exerted sudden force through his legs and feet, the powerful thrust launching him instantly toward the speed-measuring zone near the device.

"26.3 m/s."

He was Yang Wu, yet he was also not that Yang Wu.

Since yesterday, a shocking secret had been hidden in his heart; he was actually...

Well, he wasn't exactly a pure transmigrator, as he had been a mere cell when he arrived, making him half a "local."

It wasn't until yesterday, when he broke through the veil of his prenatal memories and awakened the recollections of his past life, that he realized he had been reincarnated, not possessed.

Awakening alongside those memories was a talent: [Future Draw]. In layman's terms, it was the life simulator everyone was familiar with.

Transmigration with a cheat.

Optimistically speaking, it was a pure accident followed by transmigration—the standard protagonist template for reaching the pinnacle of life.

If one were to be pessimistic and indulge in conspiracy theories about some mastermind behind the scenes, there wasn't much he could do. After all, with his current strength, he had no right to claim that "my fate is determined by me, not by the heavens."

However, as the saying goes: life is like that certain thing; since you cannot resist, you might as well learn to enjoy it.

He was just an ordinary person, and with a cheat in this transmigration, what more could he ask for?

Just enjoy it!

Future problems could wait for the future, especially since in this magnificent and vast world, he might just drop dead one day...

You never know!

Yang Wu shook his head, casting aside these impractical thoughts. After deleting his test records and unplugging the device, he headed straight for the stairs.

As an "old-timer" who had been here for several years, he naturally knew that there was no surveillance equipment in the martial arts hall.

There was no need for the dojo to install cameras.

In this day and age, once you have strength, who would bother hiding it?

Unless you have enemies or a guilty conscience.

"Brother Yang!"

At the corner of the stairs, a young man walked toward him. He was wearing a plain blue tracksuit, stood about five-foot-nine, and looked quite lean.

"Madman!"

Yang Wu's eyes lit up. The person approaching was none other than Luo Feng. This future City Lord Luo was still quite green at this moment, looking every bit like a high school boy.

Because he had once been so enraged that he fought three Advanced Students from wealthy families and defeated them all, he had earned the nickname "Madman."

He would continue to use this codename even later, when hunting monsters in the Wilderness Area and participating in the Cosmic Genius Battle.

"Training so early? Your future is boundless!"

"Keep it up, Brother believes in you."

In a great mood, Yang Wu reached out to pat his shoulder lightly, dropping a "harsh" remark.

Opportunities to mentor City Lord Luo were rare; once the other party rose to prominence, there might not be any chances left.

The further along he went, the more monstrous he became.

The thought of clinging to a powerful figure was something any person with a normal mind would have, but building relationships was a technical skill; one couldn't be too deliberate, it was best to let things happen naturally.

Although he was a cheater himself, he didn't mind adding a new identity: a flexible investor with a loose bottom line.

Investing in Luo Feng was investing in himself!

Buying an extra insurance policy for his own cheated life—his own future was uncertain, but that didn't hinder the ultimate achievements of City Lord Luo.

Was the butterfly effect really useful for someone at that level?

Moreover, compared to investing directly in Luo Feng, Yang Wu was more inclined to help his family.

For instance, when Luo Hongguo was beaten, Luo Hua jumped into a lake, or when Luo Feng was trapped in the ruins of civilization and his family faced the retaliation of Vulture Li Yao...

"I heard that among all the senior brothers and sisters, Brother Yang's strength is the most formidable, just one step away from becoming a warrior."

"As expected of Brother Yang, he actually trained in the martial hall all night; no wonder his strength is so great."

Seeing Yang Wu's slightly bloodshot eyes, Luo Feng thought with admiration in his heart.

"If only I could become a warrior..."

Thinking of his parents' hunched backs and his younger brother in a wheelchair, Luo Feng couldn't help but clench his fists, secretly cheering himself on.

"I must work even harder!"

"Senior Brother!"

"Good morning, Senior Brother!"

On the path inside the martial hall courtyard, students were arriving one after another. Seeing Yang Wu with his red hair and scarred face, they all immediately showed great respect.

Not to mention his status as an Advanced Student, no one dared to underestimate him just based on his appearance.

In this era of warriors, physique could not represent true strength.

But how old were the students in the martial hall? Most were sixteen or seventeen-year-old students, and the vast majority were only junior students of the martial hall.

A strong physique was still quite intimidating.

Along the way, Yang Wu listened to the respectful greetings, nodding in response from time to time. Soon, crossing the lawn, a driveway wide enough for ten cars to drive side-by-side came into view.

"Beep!"

Swiping his student ID at the entrance, Yang Wu stepped out of the martial hall gate and turned to look back. Although he saw it every day, the feeling was the same every time.

A real man should... truly magnificent!

Limit Martial Hall.

The number one martial hall on Earth, founded by the world's strongest, 'Hong', with its various branches spread all across the globe.

The Limit Martial Hall where Yang Wu was located was merely the Limit Branch of Yi'an District in Yangzhou City.

Although it was only a branch, in terms of land area, it was larger than a high school. The entire martial hall looked like a giant monster coiled there.

Looking from afar, one could see three massive, silver-white buildings, which were the teaching halls for junior, intermediate, and advanced students respectively.

The entire Limit Branch had about thirty to forty thousand students, and precisely because of this, it could provide a large number of warriors to the Limit Martial Hall every year.