The Transmigrated Esper

Fang Can knew clearly that he was a superhuman.

Or rather, he was born with an extraordinary ability that surpassed that of ordinary people.

He called this ability he possessed [Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity].

When he encountered danger, his intelligence, endurance, luck, willpower, and so on would all increase accordingly, depending on the severity of the threat.

This ability could also be understood as "turning a calamity into a blessing"—first, one must encounter the calamity, and only then can the blessing manifest.

The reason he believed he had superpowers was due to various experiences he had from childhood to the present.

When he was six months old, his parents fed him inferior powdered milk produced by a well-known brand.

This directly resulted in him being able to walk after three days, talk after five days, and communicate fluently after ten days, making him a famous child prodigy in the neighborhood.

During his middle school years, a roughhousing incident led to a comminuted fracture of his right arm, and that very month, his family won ten million in the lottery.

This money allowed his slightly strapped family to send Fang Can straight into the best local... ICU ward.

In high school, due to a bout of the flu, Fang Can studied while sick, and his grades that month improved by 75 points, reaching the level required to attend the top national University.

The various experiences from childhood to adulthood solidified the fact for Fang Can that he was a superhuman.

And now, Fang Can, a high school senior who was nearly at the half-step University Realm and at the peak of his mental and physical state, woke up from his sleep to find himself in a dilapidated alleyway.

"Am I... transmigrated?"

Fang Can, dressed in pajamas, rubbed his chin and stood in the alley, feeling somewhat depressed.

His old man still had millions in assets he hadn't inherited yet, and he had transmigrated before even getting a single gold coin out of it?

Through the light and shadows in the alley, Fang Can could see the scenery outside.

It was early morning, the sun had just barely peeked out, and the sunlight spilled down to illuminate the scene before him.

In front of him was an ancient-looking town; shops lined the stone-paved streets, and wooden signs swayed gently in the breeze.

Outside, pedestrians wore the simple, coarse cloth garments seen in period dramas, and the cries of street vendors and the laughter from teahouses intertwined, appearing incredibly harmonious.

Judging by the scenery outside, the timeline was likely in the pre-modern era, as the level of technology had not yet advanced.

Gently tightening his pajamas, Fang Can did not feel much worry about his current situation.

After all, he was a superhuman, right? Could he really not survive? What was there to be afraid of!

"Although there are no systems like in the novels, but..."

Before Fang Can's thoughts could wander, a sharp shout that sounded like a dialect rang out from behind him: "Short-haired guy, how dare you trespass on our turf."

"Hm... is there someone else in the alley?" Hearing the voice, Fang Can subconsciously turned around in confusion.

He saw five youths with their hair tied up haphazardly, dressed in mismatched clothes, standing up from some discarded wooden crates.

The group's clothes were plain and their appearance was slovenly; even their hair was matted together from long periods without washing. They were definitely thugs from the bottom of society.

Their cheeks even carried a hint of thinness from long-term malnutrition.

"Yo, looks like a pretty boy."

As Fang Can turned his head, the thug in the middle, who appeared to be the leader, narrowed his small eyes that looked remarkably like Li Ronghao.

Not long ago, the five of them had gathered to discuss how to get more money to get through the end of the year.

Then, they came to their senses to see a short-haired youth in luxurious-looking fabric appearing in the alley.

Under the scrutiny of the "Li Ronghao" thug, the youth in front of him was definitely not some rich young master.

A plush coat that looked expensive—worth at least five taels of silver—a remarkably handsome face, black short hair that was different from the norm, and tender white feet stepping directly onto the dusty stones without any covering.

"This doesn't look like a young master, but rather a servant who fled in a hurry from one of those big households. Could this be a 'rabbit' sold to those young lords for their pleasure?"

The leader had already made up his mind; at the very least, those young lords would never shave their hair into such a ghostly style.

Watching Fang Can's calm, steady gaze, the leader's courage grew, and his eyes gradually took on a hint of ferocity:

"Kid, if you don't want to be dragged back to the magistrate's office, hand over everything valuable you have."

"That's right, hand over those clothes you're wearing too." A youth with a bulbous nose beside the leader looked on with greed in his eyes.

This spacious coat, which looked like it was made of good material, had to be worth at least a few taels of silver. Wasn't that the money for the winter right there?

As for whether this kid could survive the winter after being stripped of his clothes? That wasn't their concern.

Fang Can did not pay attention to the threats from these thugs.

At this moment, his attention was focused on a virtual frame made of bone-white mist that had appeared before him out of nowhere.

Name: Fang Can

Body: 1.2

Spirit: 1.2

Qi: 1.0

Talent Trait 1 [Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity]: The worse the environment, the higher the hidden attributes; turn bad luck into good! Turn calamity into a blessing!

Talent Trait 2 [Unwavering Resolve]: Only by standing infinitely close to death can one awaken to the true meaning of life!

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"What is this thing?" Looking at the bone-white panel within his field of vision, Fang Can felt a bit curious.

In his eighteen years of his previous life, he had never seen such a thing, yet upon transmigrating this time, it was gifted to him, much like a character panel in a game.

In the cold and damp alleyway, Fang Can's silence clearly led the five thugs in front of him to mistake his behavior for fear.

Becoming increasingly convinced that he was a runaway servant, the leader of the thugs reached out to strip off his clothes.

Watching the malicious arm pass through the transparent panel to grab at him, Fang Can felt a surge of annoyance and swung his hand forward violently.

"Smack!"

The leader retracted his right arm, grimacing as the area he had touched turned bright red.

Stimulated by the pain, the man, who had already pegged Fang Can as a fugitive servant, lost his patience and prepared to give him a brutal beating.

But before he could strike, a powerful right leg kicked straight into his abdomen.

With a muffled grunt, the lead thug was kicked hard to the ground, where he curled up and groaned in pain while clutching his stomach.

Looking at this group of small-fry gathered before him, a trace of disdain appeared in Fang Can's eyes:

"Scum of this other world, not even five in number, yet you dare to rob me?"

As he spoke, Fang Can stepped down, planting his foot directly onto the chest of the fallen thug, and said in a tone that took it for granted:

"While I'm still in a good mood, get out of my sight immediately."

As his words fell, facing the increasingly dangerous gazes of the few thugs, Fang Can withdrew his right foot and shifted his tone:

"Wait, I've changed my mind."

"Hand over everything valuable you have on you, and the five of you better pool together a set of clothes for me, or you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

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