I Want to Be a Martial Artist

"Brother is back! Mom, brother is back."

As he opened the door and stepped into the room, a soft, sweet voice reached Wang Tianyu's ears.

The voice came from a little girl with a round face and a ponytail.

The little girl was Wang Tianyu's younger sister, Wang Mengmeng, who had just turned five this year.

Seeing Wang Tianyu return, Wang Mengmeng, who had been lying on the sofa watching television, scrambled up in an instant.

Wang Mengmeng was very cute, and she had always been very attached to Wang Tianyu.

"Brother, brother! Hug! Hug!"

Looking at the adorable Wang Mengmeng, Wang Tianyu certainly wouldn't refuse his sister's small request.

He lifted Wang Mengmeng from the floor and said with a smile, "Mengmeng has gotten heavier again. You'll be a big girl before long."

"Brother, I ate lots of yummy things just now. Look, I even saved this for you."

As she spoke, Wang Mengmeng pulled a fist-sized orange from her pocket.

"Alright, Mengmeng, get down. Your brother just finished training and is already very tired."

The one speaking was Wang Tianyu's mother. Wang Mother was not tall, standing only a little over 1.6 meters, a head shorter than Wang Tianyu.

Setting Wang Mengmeng on the floor, Wang Tianyu called out naturally.

"Mom!"

"Mm, you sit for a while. I'll go heat up your dinner."

With that, Wang Mother turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Wang Tianyu's home was very small; the family of four lived in a tiny two-bedroom apartment of just over 50 square meters.

It wasn't that Wang Tianyu's parents were incapable and couldn't afford a better place.

On the contrary, both his father and mother were very hardworking, and thanks to their own two hands, they had earned quite a bit of money over the years.

However, because Wang Tianyu needed to practice martial arts, the majority of the family's income was spent on him.

Learning martial arts was no simple matter.

Although the "Basic Cultivation Method" was something open to the general public, that didn't mean one could master it through self-study.

While there might be the occasional genius who could teach themselves, most ordinary people required the guidance of a teacher.

Wang Tianyu had been training at the Martial Arts Hall for many years, and the annual membership fees were a significant expense.

Furthermore, practicing the "Basic Cultivation Method" was physically exhausting.

Wang Tianyu needed to consume plenty of high-quality food and supplements to maintain his body's requirements.

"This is a free-range chicken I went out of my way to buy. It has high nutritional value; try it and see how it tastes."

Wang Mother was a good cook, and Wang Tianyu was indeed hungry at this moment.

He felt like he was wolfing down his food.

"Mom, your chicken soup is definitely delicious."

Wang Tianyu set down his chopsticks and took the bowl of chicken soup from his mother's hands.

He downed the soup in two gulps, then pulled a chicken leg from the large bowl.

"Here, Mengmeng, take this. It's a big chicken leg; eat it so you can grow tall."

Although Wang Mengmeng was small, she was very sensible.

"Brother, you eat it. Mom said you have an exam coming up soon, so you need to eat more. I'm not hungry, I ate so much just now."

Children couldn't hide their thoughts; even though Wang Mengmeng said she wasn't hungry, her eyes were fixed firmly on the chicken leg.

Looking at the longing expression on Wang Mengmeng's face, Wang Tianyu placed the chicken leg into her hand and pinched her cheek with his other hand.

"Take it and eat. Look, Brother still has plenty of food here."

Wang Mengmeng took the chicken leg, but she didn't put it in her mouth immediately; instead, she looked toward Wang Mother.

"Eat it, look at that greedy face of yours."

Receiving Wang Mother's permission, Wang Mengmeng finally began to gnaw on the chicken leg.

"So fragrant, so delicious!"

Although the Wang family couldn't be described as people who hadn't tasted meat in months, they certainly weren't a family that had big fish and meat at every meal, to the point of being sick of it and craving vegetable leaves.

Therefore, this chicken leg still held a great attraction for Wang Mengmeng.

Watching his sister's satisfied smile, Wang Tianyu reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Brother, you messed up my hair! Mengmeng isn't cute anymore."

Stopping her gnawing, Wang Mengmeng said with a hint of grievance.

Seeing her expression, Wang Tianyu chuckled and continued to stroke her hair.

"How could you not be cute? Our Mengmeng is the cutest in the whole world."

Just as the siblings were playing and joking around, the sound of the door opening came from the entrance.

This time, it was Wang Tianyu's father who entered. Wang Father was only in his forties, but there were already quite a few gray hairs on his head and wrinkles on his face.

Wang Tianyu's father was a low-level manager at a factory, and to earn a little more money, he frequently chose to work overtime.

While others tried to dodge the shifts and overtime, Wang Father was always the one scrambling to take them.

Returning home around ten at night was the norm for Wang Father, and there were times he came home even later.

"Dad!"

"Daddy!"

"You're back!"

Wang Tianyu, Wang Mengmeng, and Wang Mother all spoke at once.

Wang Father looked exhausted, but hearing his family's greeting, he responded with a smile: "Mm, I'm back."

Wang Mother stood up from her stool, looked at Wang Father, and said, "Perfect, have something to eat. I'll go get you a bowl and chopsticks."

"No need, I had a late-night snack at the factory. They prepared egg-fried rice tonight, and it tasted pretty good."

Wang Father shook his head to indicate he wouldn't be eating.

In a house of just over fifty square meters, excluding the kitchen and bedrooms, the living room was pitifully small.

The family of four squeezed into this tiny living room, and while it held the warmth of a home, the sense of cramped space could not be ignored.

After chatting with his parents for a while, Wang Tianyu lay down on his bed.

"Goodnight, Mengmeng! I'm turning off the light."

"Goodnight, Brother!"

Wang Tianyu's home had only two bedrooms; his parents occupied one, and Wang Tianyu shared the other with his sister.

The small bedroom couldn't fit two separate beds, so they used a bunk bed.

Wang Tianyu slept on the bottom bunk, and Wang Mengmeng slept on the top.

Lying in bed, Wang Tianyu didn't fall asleep immediately; instead, he began to recall the day's events.

Focusing his energy, that system panel appeared in his mind once again.

"Basic Cultivation Method: Tenth Level (Can be upgraded)."

"Energy Points: Four."

Even though there were no system quests or prompts, I'll just treat you as a system.

"Upgrade!"

As Wang Tianyu's will shifted, the numbers on the panel changed.

"Basic Cultivation Method: Eleventh Level (Can be upgraded)."

"Energy Points: Three."

Next, Wang Tianyu appeared in that space again.

The same scene, the same feeling; the only difference was that this time, Wang Tianyu practiced the eleventh form of the "Basic Cultivation Method."

"Is it really not the same timeline?"

Regaining his senses, Wang Tianyu looked at his phone. He remembered clearly what time it was when he chose to upgrade via the system.

It had been 10:52 PM.

Wang Tianyu practiced in that space until he had mastered the eleventh form of the "Basic Cultivation Method" before leaving.

But when he stepped out and looked at the time on his phone, it displayed 10:53 PM.

Subtracting the time it took to focus his attention on the panel, the result was that the practice on the grass hadn't consumed any time at all.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since there's no chance to become an entrepreneur, then I'll become a powerful martial artist."

Wang Tianyu had completely adapted to everything in this world. After discovering that the system was real, he set a goal for himself.

In this world, everything that should exist, did.

Online shopping, live streaming, and short videos were no less developed than on Earth.

Wang Tianyu's memories from his past life held no advantage.

However, with the existence of the system, the path of a martial artist would be very simple for him.

The privileges of a martial artist in this world were far higher than those of an entrepreneur!

"And the profession of a martial artist seems much more tempting than being a mere entrepreneur."

After all, powerful strength was, by any measure, more attractive than mere money.