Roll King's Daily Life

Question: If you were reborn and could choose the most badass way to be born, what would you think of?

This was Zhu Zhengwei's first thought.

He walked seven steps in all directions, raised his right hand, and chanted, "In heaven and on earth, I alone am honored."

This was the most stylish birth method of a certain mythical figure. Though it was somewhat infringing, he did not care.

What scholars did could not be called plagiarism.

He was starting over and rerolling his Initial Account.

Shouldn't it be a little more awesome?

Shouldn't it be a little more perfect?

At that moment, his stunned parents stood there frozen, looking as though they were about to kneel the next second.

They were filled with fearful reverence.

As though they had seen a Divine Being.

The atmosphere in the thatched cottage was oppressive. No one dared make a sound.

Yet Zhu Zhengwei remained perfectly composed. Looking at the simply dressed middle-aged couple, he took a pencil and wrote another line on the bamboo mat:

"My Descent is a heavenly secret. Do not spread it. Do not reveal it!"

After all that fuss, his parents now treated him as though he were an immortal descending to earth. They even thoughtfully removed the Kitchen God statue, replaced it with Zhu Zhengwei, and burned incense and offered fruit.

"Having parents really is different." Zhu Zhengwei shifted his little butt on the Kitchen God Altar and settled into a more comfortable Maitreya Buddha-style sideways recline. For the first time, he truly felt the warmth of a normal childhood family.

I finally have a childhood with the love of normal parents.

This feels great!

Over the following period, Zhu Zhengwei took the initiative. He no longer had to worry about his parents abandoning him, and he obediently played the role of a baby while observing his surroundings.

Before long, through his parents, he fully pieced together the situation of this mountain village dream where he had been born.

Zhujing Village.

It was located three hundred li south of present-day Mountain City University, at the foot of a great mountain in Yunnan-Guizhou.

The men farmed and the women wove in the village, living a relatively traditional and isolated life. The village connected with the outside world through a nearby county town, where many daily necessities and supplies were traded.

The time period was the late 1990s.

His birth family was not well-off. They were very poor.

After exploring the boundaries, he discovered that the actual map range was quite small.

The entire dream was only as large as the house and a few neighboring homes.

That was only natural.

What one saw in childhood became the Dream Map.

He had been abandoned as an infant, so it was perfectly normal for the dream environment he saw to be small.

"It isn't surprising that I was born around Zhujing Village. I was found in the county and grew up here before eventually attending the local university. My parents must have been from a nearby village. It wasn't as though they could have abandoned a baby across provincial borders, right?"

However, the parents before him had not noticed that they were false, instinctively overlooking the village's abnormalities.

It had to be said that the world of the soul was truly wondrous.

"As long as I keep fooling my parents, I can use this Root Dream from the time of my birth to conduct all sorts of effective experiments. I can even alter my past."

Since a pen stabbed into the corner of his eye as a child would leave a corresponding scar on his adult self in reality—

Then what would happen to his adult self in reality if his childhood self trained his body like crazy?

Zhu Zhengwei chose to try it.

He began planning out his entire life in an extremely reasonable manner.

Hah! Huh!

Early the next morning, he found some breathing techniques for traditional internal cultivation online and began training himself.

"Li Xiang, let me see your fitness favorites folder."

"Sure."

His roommate Li Xiang loved working out. He had always longed for a good physique, but his fitness method was rather special. Whenever he lay on his bed and saved motivational workout videos from various fitness bloggers, he would get fired up, like and share them, toss them into his favorites folder to gather dust, and count that as working out.

Scientific Breathing Method

He took a few looks.

Breathing methods were actually all more or less the same.

Practicing breathing meant inhaling and exhaling, things like nine shallow breaths and one deep breath. Cultivating internal energy through them was impossible, but long-term practice truly offered enormous benefits to lung capacity and internal organs.

No matter the sport or fitness activity, breathing was a major focus.

Even if he could not rewrite the past twenty years in the real world, he intended to reload, rewrite, and reconstruct every bit of genetic memory recorded in this body's twenty-year Life Resume.

Flesh.

Bones.

Appearance.

All of these could be changed through one's childhood routine.

Opening his diary, he quickly formed a blueprint for a rewritten twenty-year Life Resume:

"Zhu Zhengwei, born in Zhujing Village on August 20, 1999. Raised by a rural family, born with innate knowledge. At his birth, there appeared the strange omen of 'a deity holding the infant, clutching a pen and draped in a kasaya, beneath resplendent morning clouds.' Though he had Hemophilia, he strove to improve himself and spent these twenty years of his past life constantly exercising!"

"At ten days old, he sat cross-legged in the courtyard and practiced breathing."

"At six months, he lightly stretched his muscles and bones."

"At three, he lightly trained his muscles."

"At five, pull-ups."

"At eight, bench presses."

"At ten, burpees."

"At twelve, he formally began working out: one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten-kilometer run every day."

"He spent the past twenty full years this way."

"With such a regular daily routine, he was now twenty years old and, though merely an ordinary Freshman at Mountain City University, possessed an exceptionally healthy normal body."

As a super Roll King, he felt that if he could live the past twenty years over again and rebuild his Initial Account, he had to make it as flawless as possible.

That kind of disciplined life was the answer he wanted.

He was not afraid of hardship. He was only afraid he was not rolling hard enough.

Hah!

Hah!

He exhaled and inhaled mouthful after mouthful of stale air.

More than twenty years ago, three hundred li south of Mountain City University, a tiny infant sat cross-legged in a farmhouse courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Facing the morning glow, he practiced breathing techniques to improve his lung capacity.

"As expected of a reincarnated immortal. His birth was so extraordinary, and he's already like this as a baby. That's absurd."

"Obviously! His father in the grave behind the mountain is blessing him!"

"Let our eldest get close to him and learn some immortal methods. Maybe it'll cure this strange illness."

In the distance, his parents whispered among themselves.

"Little brother, you're so cool."

In the neighboring farmhouse courtyard, his snot-nosed, simple-minded older brother had no idea what was happening. He only knew this was his little brother, so he copied him, practicing inhaling and exhaling and having a wonderful time.

Zhu Zhengwei looked at this simple-minded little mud-covered child and was rendered speechless.

"My brother's condition is more serious than mine. In a sense, the family's circumstances really were bad. It was normal for me to be abandoned."

Hemophilia was an X-linked genetic disease.

Anyone who had attended high school knew the inheritance traits of this X chromosome-linked disease.

Neither parent before him had the disease, yet both sons showed symptoms. Most likely, the mother was a genetic carrier, and her sons had a fifty percent chance of developing it.

It was not impossible for both children to have gotten it.

Still, he was clearly more fortunate. His blood simply clotting less easily in everyday life was all. His brother's case was severe.

"In a sense, my parents made the correct and rational choice. They sent away me, whose illness was milder, and raised my brother, whose illness was more severe, because as long as I took some care, mild me could live like a normal person."

Every family had its own troubles.

Through his deep memories, Zhu Zhengwei had seen the appearances and voices of his parents and brother at his birth, as well as this farmhouse's address. He could completely go find them in reality, watch them from afar, and see how they were doing more than twenty years later.

But that would have to wait.

Five days passed. Zhu Zhengwei remained immersed in the monotonous, day-after-day practice, but he found the entire dream gradually becoming illusory.

It was as though immense pressure from the deep sea, a repulsive force, was pushing him out of this place and making him return to the shallow layers of consciousness.

Splash!

Zhu Zhengwei opened his eyes, and bright sunlight shone in.

Another nap had passed.

"Even death can't stop this love~~~ If it isn't utterly exhilarating, it isn't enough!"

In the dormitory, Wang Jun's signature passionate ringtone sounded. Several people gradually crawled out of their drowsiness. They had classes in the afternoon.

"Two classes this afternoon, then I'm going to tutor!"

As Li Xiang got out of bed, he loudly grumbled, "That little brat is so hard to handle. His parents still treat me like a beggar, saying that hiring a third-rate college student like me is already doing me a favor. Favor my ass. Aren't they hiring me because they're poor?"

"Oh, right, where are you two going this afternoon?" Li Xiang asked.

"I'm rerolling my Initial Account," Wang Jun said.

Zhu Zhengwei said, "I'm going back to sleep."

"Still sleeping? Are you turning into a pig? You're not rerolling your account anymore? Wasn't our slogan this time, 'As long as rolling doesn't kill us, we'll roll ourselves to death'? Did you forget?"

Wang Jun looked astonished and said with heartfelt indignation, "Even though you wrote the software, I won't split the money with you after this."

"Then don't." Zhu Zhengwei did not care.

He was busy rerolling the Initial Account of his own life. Where would he find the time to reroll a game's Initial Account?

You little punk, daring to underestimate me?

I was secretly busy with something even more hardcore.