Hua Qiang opened his eyes to a stretch of forest. Every tree was tall and thick.
Why was it a little hard to breathe?
His brain was starved of oxygen, and his body was swaying back and forth.
Where was the ground? Why couldn't he reach it?
His neck... why couldn't he breathe through it?
Hua Qiang tried hard to clear his muddled mind a little, then looked at where he was.
Fuck!
Why was there a rope around his neck?
His body was hanging in midair from the trunk of a crooked-necked tree.
Was I... hanging myself?
Suicide?
Or had someone hung me here, intending to hang me to death?
His breathing grew more and more labored. His chest felt as though it were about to explode, and he was about to suffocate. The next moment, his brain would slip into unconsciousness.
Hua Qiang desperately stretched out his two chubby hands, grabbed the rope around his neck, and pulled his body upward with all his strength.
Huff—
He exhaled a mouthful of stale air, and the suffocating feeling eased slightly.
But the next moment, the strength in his hands rapidly drained away. His body was about to return to its previous weightless state, and the rope around his neck felt tighter and tighter.
"Where is this?"
"Who am I?"
"What the hell happened?"
Suddenly, Hua Qiang's head throbbed with intense pain. Two enormous streams of information converged in his mind, and after a long while, he finally understood...
He had transmigrated!
He had transmigrated into this unlucky fatty who was in the middle of hanging himself.
Fuck, had I just come back to life only to die again?
He exerted strength with his hands again, trying to pull his head free from the noose.
Unfortunately, there was no strength left in his hands. The more he struggled, the tighter the rope strangled his neck.
Hua Qiang's two legs kicked wildly through the air, trying to find somewhere to brace himself.
Unfortunately, the ground was only a few centimeters below him, yet he could not reach it no matter what.
The suffocating sensation grew more intense. His tongue hung out of his mouth, turning purple.
His eyeballs bulged outward as well, as though they would burst from their sockets the next moment.
His entire face had already turned blue-purple, even slowly darkening to black.
He felt as though he would suffocate to death the next moment, while his mind slowly sank into a hazy chaos.
Hua Qiang simply let go with both hands. Forget it. Since he had died once already, why fear a second death?
It was just dying again... that was all!
Why was he so unwilling to accept it?
Heaven had wronged him!
Creeeak... crack!
A sound as heavenly as music reached Hua Qiang's ears.
The branch supporting his more than 280 pounds could no longer bear the burden and finally snapped beneath his weight.
Thud!
Ow—
Hua Qiang felt as if he had been reborn.
He... had been saved!
The crooked tree branch that had signed a contract with him to reap his life had unilaterally breached it, snapping beneath his weight and sending his obese body crashing heavily to the ground.
His butt felt split open, and his back ached terribly.
Yet he burst into wild laughter like a madman.
Hahahahaha!
Fortunately, this place was secluded and devoid of human traces. Otherwise, someone would surely have been frightened by his laughter.
It was too creepy!
After venting, Hua Qiang lay on the ground, gulping down air. Only after a long while did he slowly recover.
At that moment, he accepted reality.
He had transmigrated!
He had originally been a hardcore webnovel fan on Earth. Today, he had been reading a webnovel called I Become a God Through Slaughter. He had gotten too excited, causing blood to rush to his brain...
Just as his consciousness slowly sank into an abyss and he thought he was doomed, he had unexpectedly transmigrated to a planet called Blue Star, which resembled Earth but was ten times larger.
And he had possessed the body of this fatty who shared his name but had lived a rough life.
From the memories he had received, Hua Qiang could not help but smile bitterly.
This was China.
The fatty was also named Hua Qiang and lived in the slums of Modu Base.
His father, Ye Wendao, worked at an exotic beast slaughterhouse, while his mother, Liu Li, did domestic work for others.
His sister, Ye Bingxue, was one year younger than him, yet she was also in her third year of high school. In one month, she would take the college entrance examination.
Today was the fatty's eighteenth birthday.
As for why the fatty was surnamed Hua while his father was surnamed Ye, hehe, it was because Ye Wendao had adopted him from the Orphanage when he was three years old.
The family of four had an excellent relationship. Hua Qiang and his sister Ye Bingxue in particular were closer than blood siblings.
This world was filled with Void Rifts, with exotic beasts running rampant. At every moment, people fought exotic beasts, and every day, people were buried in their bellies.
To protect human lives and effectively defend against and resist exotic beast incursions, every nation had established human living zones centered around bases.
The Chinese government had divided the entire country into thirty-six bases. Everyone lived within the bases, which were surrounded by formidable defensive works and guarded by the military and martial artists.
Because exotic beasts ran rampant, firearms had lost their advantage. Only martial artists could contend against them, so martial artists held extremely high status and enjoyed abundant privileges and resources.
Hua Qiang was a student in Class 20 of the third year at Modu Eighth Middle School. Because of his obese build, his grades in both academic and martial subjects were poor, and he suffered discrimination and exclusion from his classmates.
This guy had even been secretly in love with Murong Qingya, the class beauty and one of the school beauties.
He had licked her boots for nearly two years, yet she had always remained neither warm nor cold toward him, raising him like a trash fish in her pond.
Every day, this fatty racked his brains to curry favor with and please her.
Today was his birthday.
This guy had actually stolen his adoptive parents' hard-earned money to buy the newest model of phone, not for himself, but to please Murong Qingya.
He had even booked a meal at a hotel, intending to invite her to a candlelit dinner with him.
Then, while they ate, he would give her the gift and confess his feelings.
Unexpectedly, just as he reached the school gate, he saw a scene that filled him with extreme rage.
Murong Qingya was chatting and laughing with a rich second-generation heir from another class as they climbed into a sports car, then sped away in a cloud of dust.
Unable to bear it in the heat of the moment, the fatty ended up hanging himself.
At death's door, his body had been occupied by a soul from Earth.
Ring ring ring...
A phone ringtone came from his pocket.
That piercing sound pulled him back from his thoughts.
Hua Qiang pulled out his phone and looked at it, and his heart immediately skipped a beat.
It was a call from his homeroom teacher, Bald Qiang.
The nickname Bald Qiang had been coined privately by him and Fatty Wang.
Neither of them was favored by Bald Qiang, and they had been scolded plenty of times.
After hesitating for a moment, Hua Qiang still pressed the answer button.
"You bastard, you dead fatty, where are you?"
"Class has already been going for half an hour, and you still haven't shown up. Where the fuck did you die?"
"Did you fall into a shit pit while using the toilet, or into a stinking ditch while walking?"
"Why don't you just find a place to hang yourself?"
"I'm giving you five minutes to get to the classroom, or I'll call your parents in to see me!"
Hua Qiang's expression froze, and several black lines crawled across his forehead.
He felt as though a crow had flown over his head.
Fuck, this was supposed to be a teacher setting an example? His mouth was full of filth; one could smell the shit he was spraying from miles away.
His body's subconscious instinct was deeply afraid of this homeroom teacher.
Because the original owner had basically been insulted by him every single day, and sometimes even received a few hard slaps.
And at the slightest provocation, he would threaten to call in his parents!
The truth was, his performance in class had been terrible. His grades were poor, and as for his character... well, it seemed, perhaps, probably was not much better.
The students in the class mostly kept their distance from him and were even unwilling to speak with him.
In Class 20, his only friend was Fatty Wang.
Perhaps because their builds were similar, their grades were equally bad, and they had common topics to talk about.
That was why the two got along so well.
As for... the only other person who could be called a friend was probably Murong Qingya, whom he had loved unilaterally.
Unfortunately, the moonlight in his heart had already shattered with a thunderous crash at this moment.
"Bald Qiang—oh, no, Teacher Li, I'll be right there."
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