Long ago, the supreme gods of the Divine Realm descended to this world, the Lower World where their "children" lived, seeking excitement. Then the gods made a decision: they would live in the Lower World with their "children" forever. They sealed away their divine powers and settled into a cramped, inconvenient environment, determined to enjoy life together.
The gods bestowed something upon their "children": a power called the Blessing, which let them fight monsters. Those who received this power became members of that god's Kin, and became family.
The gods established all kinds of Kin in the Lower World, bestowed Blessings upon their children, and built the enormous Labyrinth City Orario at the entrance to the Dungeon!
At that moment, in one of Orario's sewers, a boy with a stainless steel basin perched on his head slowly poked it out, only to hurriedly pull it back in a second later.
That's right: this boy was a run-of-the-mill transmigrator, and he'd even brought along a cheat called the Class Inheritance System.
That morning, 24-year-old Lu Qiming had gotten up to wash his face. He'd just picked up the stainless steel basin he'd recently bought to fetch some water when everything suddenly flashed before his eyes, and he found himself in this world—in a sewer, no less.
As Lu Qiming wondered how he'd ended up here, a mechanical voice with the bearing of a mature woman suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Ding! No. 10086 inheritor has successfully arrived in Labyrinth City Orario."
"Who?! Who's talking? Show yourself if you've got the guts!"
Startled by the sudden voice, Lu Qiming snatched up the stainless steel basin in his hand. He was just about to see which bastard had ambushed him when the voice in his mind spoke again.
"Given that the host's current location is safe, beginning information transfer."
The next second, Lu Qiming collapsed, still clutching the stainless steel basin. It slipped from his hands and covered his head as he lay on the ground.
"Ow, that hurts. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die—aaaaah! My brain's vibrating!"
After a long while, Lu Qiming finally climbed out of the sewer. Rubbing his head, he crouched down and straightened the stainless steel basin on top of it. As he recalled the information in his mind, he cautiously raised his head to look around. Only then did he realize that the nearby buildings were nothing like those back in his hometown.
After all, aside from tourist attractions, medieval fantasy-style buildings like these were rare in the modern world. And Lu Qiming's home was in Huaxia, with no attractions of this sort nearby. He'd have to go abroad to see anything like this.
"So... I really transmigrated? I'm not dreaming?"
"Analysis complete. Transmigration confirmed. Current mental state is good. The possibility of dreaming is ruled out."
The mechanical, mature-sounding voice answered Lu Qiming matter-of-factly, crushing his hope that he was still dreaming.
"Damn it! (A kind of plant.)"
Once Lu Qiming confirmed he wasn't dreaming, he curled up even more warily. According to the information the system had transmitted, he'd arrived in the world of an anime he'd watched before.
Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?
The story centered on a guy named Bell. After joining Hestia's Kin, he went on one Adventure after another in the Dungeon and pursued all kinds of girls. But even the anime made it clear that this was a world where strength ruled. Most of the adventurers weren't exactly good people, either.
And he was just an ordinary guy from a peaceful world. He'd only been in a few fights and killed a chicken or two in his entire life. If an adventurer found him, he wouldn't even know what had killed him.
At the thought, Lu Qiming softly said, "System."
"Ding!"
As soon as Lu Qiming spoke, a pale blue, high-tech-looking screen appeared out of thin air before him. It showed a boy who looked about sixteen or seventeen, with a list of text beside him.
Name: Lu Qiming Age: 16 Spirit: 7 (10) Strength: 9 (10) Agility: 8 (10) Constitution: 9 (10) Class: None
Lu Qiming fought to steady his trembling body and stared fixedly at the screen. Only now did he begin to believe that he'd really transmigrated. After all, modern technology hadn't yet developed projection tech this advanced.
"So I really transmigrated... and with a system, too. I've gone from 24 to looking 16."
Looking at the familiar figure on the screen, he saw that it was exactly what he'd looked like at sixteen: short black hair, black eyes, and a somewhat cool, handsome face.
According to the information the system had transmitted, it had remade his body when it brought him to this world. His physical abilities hadn't declined, but he'd reverted to sixteen.
He was the system's 10,086th chosen one. The 10,085 before him had either died during transmigration or failed to complete the system's mission in their first world and been abandoned there.
Still, compared to those who died during transmigration, they'd had it much better. Even though the system had abandoned them, they'd kept the classes they'd inherited and could at least survive in that world.
In exchange, they'd lost the chance to travel to other worlds and unlock new classes.
That's right: the system's main purpose was to raise powerful inheritors of class legacies. As for the purpose behind that, well, that was its purpose. It would take its host across various planes and unlock new classes.
As the host, Lu Qiming had only one thing to do: keep training, strengthen his inherited class, complete the system's missions, and travel to various planes to unlock new classes.
In other words, aside from the system's missions, Lu Qiming could do whatever he wanted. He could even use the system's power to rule the world, build himself a huge harem, and make every day his first time!
Just as Lu Qiming was indulging in his fantasies, the system's mature-sounding voice rang out again.
"Ding! Information transfer complete. Would you like to begin your first class inheritance?"
"Yes!"
As soon as Lu Qiming spoke, a colorful wheel appeared before him. Each color represented a different class: green for farmer, blood-red for martial artist, black for Assassin, purple for Magician, and red for Alchemist.
Before Lu Qiming could get a good look, the colorful wheel began to spin.
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