I Became the Boss, Sett!

Hexflash into Facebreaker followed by Pummel, a full combo to take them down—Wuhu, we're taking off!

The Boss is still so much fun; simple, brutal, and high damage. Top lane, jungle, mid, support—he can play every role. He's out there dealing comprehensive damage to every other hero in the Rift.

A young man sat in front of his computer, playing League of Legends nervously. His name was Sett, the same as the hero he was controlling, which was why he loved playing this champion so much.

Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed, and the image on the monitor turned into a vortex.

Ah! No, don't...

The vortex sucked Sett directly inside, and with a strange cry, everything returned to silence.

"Sett! What are you howling about? Sleeping in class is one thing. I know you're an advanced trainee and bound to become a warrior, but can you at least not disturb others' studies?"

The person speaking was a middle-aged man with glasses and thinning hair, who was slapping the desk of the sleeping student.

"Ah, who am I? Where am I? What is this place?" Awakened by the teacher, Sett immediately posed a philosophical trio of questions.

"Still asking who you are? Did you sleep until your brain turned to mush?" The teacher was so agitated that his glasses slid halfway down his nose.

"Get up, take your book, go to the back, and hold a horse stance! Just because you're an advanced trainee doesn't mean I won't discipline you." The teacher pushed up his glasses, grabbed a book, and chased Sett to the back of the classroom.

What the hell, I was just dizzy, how am I in a classroom now? Wasn't I playing League of Legends?

Sett stood in the back of the classroom holding a horse stance, completely bewildered, but this at least gave him time to process what was happening.

I remember now, I got sucked into the monitor, and then I arrived in this place. Could it be that I transmigrated?

Sigh, it really seems like I transmigrated. Just then, a memory appeared in Sett's mind—the memories of the original Sett. But now, the owner of this body was the Sett who had transmigrated here.

If I'm not mistaken, I'm in the year 2056, Jiangnan Base City, Yangzhou City, Yi'an District No. 3 High School. And I am one of the four advanced trainees.

The other three were Luo Feng, Zhang Haobai, and Liu Ting.

Among them, Zhang Haobai and Liu Ting came from wealthy families and could afford to hire warriors as private instructors, while Sett and Luo Feng came from ordinary families and naturally had to work much harder.

So, I'm actually an orphan. Yes, Sett had been abandoned in a park right after birth, only to be found and raised by a kind passerby who heard his crying.

For a moment, Sett was both shocked and delighted. Having arrived in the Swallowed Star universe, even if his talent was mediocre, as long as he got on good terms with Luo Feng, he would be taking off in no time.

After all, Luo Feng was a perfect protagonist—loyal and righteous, capable of fighting the Golden Horned Beast to the death for the sake of Earth, and later, through sheer luck, possessing it to reach new heights.

I wonder if I have any golden finger? Can I get a system or a lucky draw? Sett shouted in his heart.

After all, in other novels, transmigrators always get systems or something similar. Although there are all kinds of bizarre systems, having one is better than having none.

He called out for a long time, but there was no system or anything of the sort. It seemed he was out of luck and would have to rely on himself.

In his previous life, Sett was just an ordinary person whose only hobby outside of work was playing games. He hadn't even had a girlfriend, which was truly painful.

Fortunately, I'm starting as an advanced trainee, and I'm only 17. Plus, I've read Swallowed Star several times and know the plot well. I don't have any grand goals, but reaching the Immortal level should be fine, right?

As Sett was lost in his wild thoughts, a loud bell rang, and the entire school became noisy. Students filed out, walking toward the school gate in groups of three or five.

"Sett, what's wrong with you today? Sleeping in class and talking in your sleep? Look how angry you made Teacher Wang. Apologize to him tomorrow; he has a hard job, after all."

The person speaking was none other than Luo Feng, the protagonist of the original story. Coincidentally, Sett and Luo Feng were very close friends.

"Uh, it's nothing. I was practicing martial arts too late last night, that's why I fell asleep in class today." Sett touched his head in embarrassment and made up a random excuse.

"Where are you going later? The martial arts gym or home?" Luo Feng asked.

"Let's go to the martial arts gym. I want to test my strength first." Sett planned to go to the gym to see how strong he was, since he wasn't the original Sett anymore.

Well, he did look somewhat similar to The Boss, Sett, from League of Legends.

There was a mirror in the martial arts gym, and Sett took a quick look at his current body.

Not bad at all; he had such muscles at only 17, and Sett was very satisfied. After all, in his previous life, he was a shut-in, and his abs had long since merged into one.

What boy wouldn't want a physique like a bodybuilder?

Luo Feng saw The Boss looking in the mirror, pulled on Sett's clothes, and said, "Alright, stop being so vain. You've been looking for ages—it's just muscles, isn't it?"

"Hehe, I feel like I've gotten more handsome lately, gotta take a good look."

Along the way, Sett and Luo Feng chatted until they reached the third floor of the martial arts gym, where there was a hall over a hundred meters wide and long. At this time, many trainees were already training.

Wealthy families usually trained at home, while ordinary families like Luo Feng and Sett had to come to the gym, so these people naturally banded together into a small group.

After greeting each other, the two walked to the punch force testing machine in the corner of the hall.

Whether one was an intermediate trainee, an advanced trainee, or even a warrior, one had to test their punch force, as it was one of the three key indicators of strength.

"You go first, Madman." Sett pointed to the punch force testing machine and said to Luo Feng. Madman was, naturally, Luo Feng's nickname.

"If I'm going first, then I'm going first. Watch closely!"

After Luo Feng finished speaking, he took a deep breath and relaxed his entire body. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he became like a rampaging lion. His spine tightened like a bowstring, and his right fist slammed toward the testing machine like a cannonball.

With a bang, Luo Feng's fist struck the target.

Instantly, the data 810kg appeared on the punch force testing machine.

Phew, not bad. I should be able to reach the threshold of a warrior after the college entrance exam. Luo Feng thought as he looked at his score; it seemed he had made significant progress over the last half-month.

"Pretty impressive, Madman, you've improved again. Now it's my turn."

Immediately, Sett followed suit, took a deep breath, and completely relaxed his body. Then, he exerted all his strength and slammed it toward the testing machine.

With a loud bang, the punch strength tester displayed a reading of 840kg.

I am still not very familiar with this body, so I estimate there is still plenty of room for improvement.

"Hey, Sett, how come you regressed? Didn't you hit 850kg before?" Luo Feng rubbed his chin and continued, "Hehe, I reckon you were watching adult movies last night."

"No way, I'm just not in the best state today. Next time, next time I'll break through the Fighter threshold with a 900kg punch."

Based on his memories, Sett knew his punch strength was excellent, though he was a bit lacking in footwork and speed. It didn't matter much, though; one force can overcome ten types of techniques, Sett thought to himself.

"Madman, Sett, you two are doing pretty well. I reckon it won't be long before you become Fighters." A man standing 1.9 meters tall walked over, a hideous scar visible on his face.

"Brother Yang." The two called out in unison. The man who arrived was Yang Wu, whose strength ranked in the top three here. However, his speed was lackluster; otherwise, he would have already become a Fighter.

"Hehe, we're still quite a bit behind you, Brother Yang." Sett scratched his head as he spoke, though he couldn't help but inwardly complain that this was supposed to be Luo Feng's line.

"Brother Yang, help me turn on the speed tester."

"Want to test your speed? Sure thing. It's a good chance for me to see how the younger generation is doing." After saying this, Yang Wu walked over to the tester's switch. "Alright, it's on."

"You first, please." Sett said with a smile.

As the camera lit up, Luo Feng took two deep breaths and stood on the track, which was 60 meters long.

Luo Feng stomped his leg hard, the powerful thrust making him shoot off like an arrow from a bow. In the blink of an eye, he finished the test.

"24 meters per second, not bad, not bad. Sigh, I'm getting old. The world belongs to you young people now." Yang Wu was also shocked; after all, the threshold for a Fighter was 25 meters per second. Luo Feng was already very close.

"Not at all, Brother Yang's strength goes without saying. You'll definitely pass the Fighter assessment next time."

"Come on, Sett, let's see how you do."

After adjusting his breathing, Sett ran with all his might.

"22.5 meters per second, not bad, you're getting close too. You have the advantage in punch strength, while Luo Feng has the advantage in speed. I reckon you'll both be Fighters before long."

"Then I'll take your word for it, Brother Yang. You'll definitely pass the Fighter assessment next time too." Sett cupped his hands toward Yang Wu.

At the very least, the Earth currently needs Fighters badly; for every additional Fighter, humanity gains a bit more strength.

Fortunately, in Fanqie's apocalypse, humanity huddles together for warmth, finding a new lease on life through base cities. If it were any other author, it might have been a typical apocalyptic story where ordinary people struggle to survive, women are treated like commodities, and the strong carve up the world.

Sett couldn't help but complain to himself as he thought about other novels.