Third Planet

Chapter 3: The Third Planet

"No, I don't have much of an appetite. I want to go back and rest."

Su Ming suppressed the craving in his heart and replied, turning away from the dining table and heading for the stairs.

Soon, Su Ming returned to his room and lay down on the bed, quietly staring at the ceiling as his thoughts raced.

He still hadn't figured out why he had come to this world. And his past memories were also a bit fuzzy.

After he had finished processing Su Ming's memories, he even had a strange feeling, as if he hadn't transmigrated at all, and was actually Su Ming. His past experiences were vivid, making it hard to distinguish reality from illusion.

After a long while, Su Ming sighed helplessly and said.

"Ah, well, what will be, will be."

He could only reluctantly accept this reality.

Then he sat up, re-examined his body, and muttered.

"What do I do now? This body is too fat. At 175cm tall, I weigh a full 185 jin, with a body fat percentage likely around 30%. To achieve a perfect physique, I need to lose weight to 135 jin, meaning a loss of 50 jin. To do this in the shortest time without harming my health would take at least 120 days, meaning every day..."

Su Ming fell back onto the bed, lost in thought, and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

In the luxurious living room, Zhao Ning instructed Chen Hui.

"Go keep an eye on the kitchen after the ingredients are delivered."

"Mhm, mhm."

Chen Hui replied respectfully.

At this moment, Su Ming, dressed in loose sportswear, walked by and greeted Zhao Ning.

"Mother!"

"Son? You're up? Where are you going?"

Zhao Ning asked, surprised. In her memory, Su Ming had never woken up this early.

"Running!"

Su Ming replied simply and then jogged away.

He ran out of the room, passed through the small garden, and arrived on the concrete road.

Su Ming turned his head to glance back at his home. His house was a detached villa, considered quite nice even in the wealthy district.

Su Ming smiled slightly and then turned forward, continuing his jog.

He was currently located in the Old Milky Way, Old Federation, Third Planet, District Thirteen.

The Third Planet was the main planet of the Old Federation. The entire main planet was home to three cities and sixteen districts.

The "three cities" referred to the three colossal cities standing on the surface. The "sixteen districts" referred to the sixteen major administrative districts located underground.

As the Third Planet was a Level 5 habitable planet (Reference: Habitable planets are graded 1-7, Earth is a Level 6 habitable planet), its climate was extremely harsh. Surface temperatures could reach 60°C or even higher during hot periods, and drop to -23°C or sometimes -70°C during cold periods. The surface was no longer suitable for long-term survival, so most administrative districts were built underground.

At this point, Su Ming ran out of the gate of the wealthy district. A few gossiping ladies saw him and immediately started discussing.

"Isn't that the Su family's little fatty?"

"It is. I heard he recently attempted suicide. That whole incident caused quite a stir."

"Heh, what a disgrace. You'd think someone as sharp as Zhao Ning would have a smarter son."

"Who knows."

Su Ming ignored the strange glances around him and continued to run forward at a steady pace.

He ran past towering steel buildings, through bustling squares, carefully contemplating this world.

Although the civilization of this world was somewhat distorted, it was already relatively advanced. Besides the main planet, the Old Federation had numerous directly administered planets and mining planets.

Of course, besides the Old Federation, there were two other major civilization powers. One was the Empire of Dark Stars, Belonka, located in the First New Galaxy, and the other was the Theocracy of Revelation, Saint Lux, in the Second New Galaxy.

Both of these civilization powers were stronger than the Old Federation, thus the Old Federation's situation was not very good.

However, they were not the biggest threats. The real threat came from the two alien races existing in the universe. One was the Mechanical Race, composed of silicon-based life forms, and the other was the Chilami, composed of immortal life forms.

According to his memories and the information he had accessed, the Old Federation had been resisting these two races for centuries, living a very difficult existence. It wouldn't be surprising if they were wiped out one day.

Fortunately, the crisis was not limited to the Old Federation; the Dark Star Empire and the Revelation Theocracy were in the same predicament. Therefore, despite their differences, the three parties had reached a temporary peace under the pressure of external enemies.

Phew~

Su Ming ran onto a towering overpass and leaned against the railing, breathing heavily.

When he raised his head to look into the distance, he saw rows of towering buildings standing tall, surrounded by scattered, uneven structures of various kinds. Wide roads wound like ribbons through the city, aerial walkways connected various areas in mid-air, and anti-gravity vehicles zipped around like shooting stars.

A bright smile appeared on Su Ming's face, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

He looked up at the sky, which was clear and vast, with the dazzling sun shining brightly.

Of course, Su Ming knew very well that the entire District Thirteen was a giant underground city. The sky he saw was a false projection, and the dazzling sun was not real, but an artificial sun.

The entirety of District 13 was divided into an upper district and a lower district.

His current location was in the upper district, an area inhabited by relatively wealthy individuals, which made everything appear beautiful.

However, things were not as they seemed; the lower district was the true reflection of reality.

The Old Federation had a total population of 32 billion people. Of these, 5.2 billion resided permanently on the main star, the Third Planet. District 13 had a population of 210 million, with only 10 million living in the upper district. The rest of the population lived in the lower district and scattered areas outside.

The entire lower district was densely populated, with old facilities and extreme resource scarcity. Everyone struggled desperately for survival.

It's worth noting that the Old Federation was primarily composed of a council, three city lords, and sixteen administrative district chiefs.

Although the council decided on major affairs for the entire Old Federation, it did not directly govern the three cities and sixteen districts. Each region was largely autonomous, possessing significant independent authority.

Therefore, the quality of a district depended more on the governance of its respective administrative chief.

One hour later.

Su Ming returned home, covered in sweat.

Seeing Su Ming return, Zhao Ning rushed to him, her heart aching.

"Son, are you tired?"

"I'm okay."

Su Ming replied, panting. He felt like he was about to collapse. This body was truly too weak. He had originally planned to run for two hours, but he couldn't even manage one hour of intermittent running before giving up.

But there was no other way; he could only proceed slowly, gradually increasing the amount of exercise.

"You've been exercising for so long, you must be hungry. Breakfast is ready, and there are even the vegetables you like."

Zhao Ning pulled Su Ming towards the dining table.

Soon, Su Ming was seated at the dining table. In front of him was a plate of green vegetables, a small portion of about seven or eight stalks.

Su Ming picked up his chopsticks, took a stalk, and tasted it. It tasted just okay. Moreover, due to the excessive exercise, he had little appetite now and stopped after eating just a few stalks.