First Awakening

Yi'an District No. 3 High School, around three o'clock in the afternoon.

"That big guy from just now was praising you to his classmates! Said you were a really easy person to talk to."

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?" Luo Feng turned his head, smiled, and said.

"Jealous of you?" Wei Wen rubbed his nose and chuckled, "Keep dreaming! If I were to be jealous of anyone, it would be Bai Yue."

"That's true, Bai Yue is the one who truly makes people jealous." Thinking of that childhood friend who grew up with him and Wei Wen—a fellow orphan from the welfare institute—Luo Feng recalled how he had become a true martial artist half a year ago. While their peers were still studying in school, he was already out in the Wilderness Area hunting monsters.

Although Luo Feng was also considered a genius by others—able to take on three fellow advanced students at the martial arts gym and leave them unable to get up—people are always compared, and goods are always judged.

"Don't think about it. In a few days, when Bai Yue returns from the Wilderness Area, we'll have him tell us what it's really like out there," Wei Wen, who was standing nearby, said.

"Let's go, time to head home." Luo Feng, snapping out of his thoughts, patted Wei Wen on the shoulder.

In the Wilderness Area at City No. 0203, the six members of the Falcon Squad were walking back along a dilapidated ring road.

"Everyone, pick up the pace. We should be able to reach the supply base before dark. I've missed my precious daughter so much after being out here for so many days," said a middle-aged man walking in the middle. His name was Zhang Fang, an intermediate warlord whose saber techniques were exceptionally proficient.

"I think you're just missing your wife, Brother Fang!" the person right behind him teased.

"Go on, go on. You're a bachelor, Li Ming, what would you know? Your sister-in-law just gave me a beautiful baby girl. Is it wrong to miss them?" the middle-aged man, Zhang Fang, replied.

"The little niece is already over eight months old, right? In a little while, she'll be calling you 'Daddy.' Brother Fang, you should really spend some quality time with your wife and niece when we get back this time," said Bai Yue, who was walking at the rear. He held an alloy great spear in his hand, scanning the surroundings while speaking to Zhang Fang.

He was the very same Bai Yue that Luo Feng and Wei Wen had been talking about.

Bai Yue was a transmigrator, or rather, a reincarnator. It was only half a year ago that he recovered his past memories. Based on his knowledge, he realized he had arrived in the Swallowed Star World, and it seemed that he did not exist in the original story.

When he first awakened, Bai Yue had been completely bewildered. In his past life, he had simply gotten drunk in his rented room after a breakup and drifted off to sleep; when he woke up, it was half a year ago, and he had become an orphan raised in a welfare institute.

The Bai Yue of this world had just turned eighteen. Over the past six months, his height had shot up to 186 centimeters. His appearance was almost a carbon copy of his past life—average at best. Because he was still in a growth spurt, he looked a bit lean, but if one looked closely, the muscles beneath his clothes were no less developed than those of the men who frequented the Wilderness Area.

Half a year ago, upon awakening his past memories, the fusion of his two souls had triggered the awakening of his mental power, which in turn boosted his physical fitness to the level of a quasi-warrior. Of course, Bai Yue's talent for mental power was not as great as the protagonist Luo Feng's—who could grow to the peak of a War God just by improving his physical fitness. Bai Yue's solidified mental power in his mind had been fully refined once he reached the level of a mid-level warlord nearing the advanced stage. Any further improvement would require the constant absorption and conversion of cosmic energy. After adapting for a few days, Bai Yue had decisively dropped out of school. In a world where great power belongs to oneself, how could he find a path forward without focusing on martial arts?

Furthermore, even before awakening his past memories, Bai Yue's innate talent for physical training was not much inferior to Luo Feng's. Combined with the boost from his soul fusion, he had become an advanced student at the martial arts gym shortly after Luo Feng.

"That's for sure. This time, thanks to you, Little Yue, we took down that advanced beast warlord-level Great Strength Demonic Bear. Once we process these materials, we're going to have a huge harvest," Zhang Fang said, his face beaming with a smile.

"Little Yue, it seems you're going to face the assessment from headquarters when we get back. If you pass, you'll be heading to the Hongning Base City headquarters to join the Elite Training Camp. You'll have to look out for us old brothers in the future!" said Li Xiao, the lean, tall middle-aged man walking ahead of Bai Yue.

"I don't even know if I can pass yet! Brother Li, don't tease me," Bai Yue replied with a faint smile. Though he said that, he felt one hundred percent confident about the assessment.

In half a year, without consuming any heavenly treasures or genetic potions, his physical fitness had reached the peak of a beginner warlord, his mental power had reached the peak of a mid-level warlord, and he had practiced the "World Destroyer," the supreme spear technique manual created by the world's strongest man, Hong, to the "fourth level," combined with a perfect-level movement technique. If he couldn't pass with that, no one could.

One had to know that as one of the only two ultimate manuals on Earth, very few people on the entire planet had managed to master the fourth level of World Destroyer. Compared to the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade practiced by the protagonist Luo Feng, World Destroyer also had methods for erupting with dark force, but the philosophy of Hong—who came from a background as a killer—was to integrate all one's strength into a single, lethal strike. If fully mastered, the force amplification was slightly lower than the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade, but it added an element of utilizing the momentum of heaven and earth. A single spear thrust not only carried his own strength but could also borrow the various forces of the world, multiplying its power.

Bai Yue was part of an elite warlord squad. Except for Wang Bing, who was walking third from the back and was a sniper whose physical fitness hadn't reached the warlord level, everyone else had at least reached the level of a beginner warlord. The captain, Leng Jun, nicknamed Falcon, who walked at the very front, was a long-renowned advanced warlord whose two-handed sword technique had reached the pinnacle, and he had the potential to become a War God in the future!

In just half a year, Bai Yue had grown from a newcomer to the second-in-command of this elite squad. The hardships he had endured to achieve this were beyond words—though, of course, he did have a tiny bit of a cheat.

"Little Yue, this is a rare opportunity, you must take it to heart. I've heard of that Elite Training Camp long ago. As far as I know, everyone who graduates from there becomes a War God. It's mainly because of the various resources and equipment they possess, which many War Gods are said to be envious of. They are things you can't find outside. If you perform well, you might even get the attention of the world's strongest man, Hong," Captain Leng Jun also chimed in.

"Little Yue has already mastered the third level of World Destroyer, right? Maybe you'll really get taken in as a disciple by Hong, that would be the real jackpot! Then you wouldn't have to struggle to kill monsters to earn money for manuals; you'd have the world's manuals at your fingertips, haha!" Li Xiao added from the side.

He only knew that Bai Yue had exchanged for the third level of World Destroyer at the House of Extremes; he didn't know he had already mastered it.

Wang Bing, the sniper, withdrew his gaze from the distance and also spoke up, "I have nothing to say about Little Yue's talent; it's just two words: envious." This was his honest thought; if his own martial arts talent hadn't been so poor, he wouldn't have chosen to become a sniper. Over the past half year, Bai Yue had given them too many surprises.

"I will work hard. I have long yearned for the scenery at the peak." The "peak" here didn't just mean a War God or the so-called Planetary Councillor level above War Gods. As a transmigrator, Bai Yue knew the vastness of this universe. The infinitely massive Primeval Universe nurtured endless races and treasures. Every moment, different legends were unfolding; there were powerhouses falling, and there were those rising from obscurity to become famous throughout the universe.

Living a second life, he naturally wanted to stand at the peak, meet the powerhouses of the world, forge his own immortal legend, and be admired and worshipped by billions upon billions of people!

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