Martial Exam Replaced, Framed and Slandered!

Martial Exam Replaced, Framed and Slandered! (Pure power fantasy, invincible on Blue Star for three months! Roast me if you don't believe it.)

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South River Base City!

Lin Household, late at night!

"Lin Ming, can't you be a little more sensible!"

"What's wrong with giving your brother your special early-admission quota for martial arts university?"

"You forgot that your parents both died in battle on the path to becoming martial artists. The martial path is one of fierce contention, and who knows when you might fall as well... Then I'll find you an ordinary job, isn't it good to live free of worries for a lifetime?"

"I'm doing this for your own good..."

Lin Feng's voice was rough and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against iron.

At this moment his face was full of "heartache and grief," and his finger almost poked the tip of Lin Ming's nose.

Second Aunt Liu Qingqing sat in the corner of the shabby sofa, mechanically knitting a sweater that would never be finished.

She was in her early forties, and her well-maintained face bore few traces of time, except for the two deep nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth that made her look exceptionally mean.

At this moment she raised her head, her cold gaze sweeping past Lin Ming as she took over her husband's words.

"Your second uncle is right. The path of a martial artist is called glorious, but just look at how many white bones are buried outside the base city? Weren't your parents the best example?"

Her voice was high and thin, like fingernails scratching across glass.

"Your younger brother Lin Zihao also has decent talent, so let him go to Jiangnan Martial University. When he makes something of himself in the future, our whole family will share in the glory. As for you, your second aunt will find you a stable job... The logistics department of that 'Martial Artist Service Company' in the East District, I pulled some strings, and you can make five thousand Federation credits a month! Safe and secure for a lifetime, worry-free, do you understand..."

"I don't need to understand."

Lin Ming finally spoke. His voice was calm, without a single ripple, like a deep-autumn pool.

He raised his head, the dim light shining on his face. At eighteen years old, his height of one meter nine made him look somewhat lean, but the lines of his shoulders and back were clean and sharp.

Beneath short black hair was a well-defined face. Most striking were his eyes—pitch-black, profound, reflecting two cold lights under the light like ice-tempered blade edges.

Lin Ming spoke word by word, his pace very slow, yet every single word struck the ground hard.

"The martial path is my path. The quota for Jiangnan Martial University is a special-approval qualification my parents exchanged their lives for, and even more, it's what I fought for three months ago on the martial exam arena, breaking three ribs and coughing up blood twice."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng and Liu Qingqing's abruptly darkened faces.

"On what grounds should I let Lin Zihao have it?"

"Just because he is your two biological sons?"

Lin Feng suddenly stood up, and the coffee table was bumped, emitting a harsh scraping sound.

His face flushed red, veins bulging on his temples as he pointed at Lin Ming's nose and cursed loudly:

"Ungrateful wretch! You're just an unraiseable, ungrateful wretch!"

"On what grounds? Just on the grounds that we raised you for over a dozen years without asking for anything in return. But now we're begging you for just this one thing... give the quota to your younger brother so he can have a good future. Is this too much to ask? Huh? You tell me, is this too much to ask?"

She walked up to Lin Ming, her finger almost poking his chest:

"Are you so selfish? Only caring about yourself? If your younger brother can't get into a good martial arts university, his whole life will be ruined! Can you bear it?"

The room plunged into a brief, dead silence.

Lin Ming slowly stood up.

The sense of oppression brought by his height of one meter nine made Lin Feng and Liu Qingqing instinctively take half a step back.

"Raised me for ten years?"

Lin Ming suddenly smiled. That smile was very faint, very cold, without a shred of warmth.

"Second Uncle, Second Aunt, let's stop beating around the bush. Ten years ago my parents died in battle, and the survivor benefits totaled 3.2 million Federation credits, which were 'held in custody' by you."

"Ten years, 3.2 million—was even one-tenth of it spent on me?"

Silence.

A suffocating silence.

The second hand of the wall clock ticked through a full ten circles before Lin Feng finally found his voice.

But that voice no longer had the "heartache and grief" from before, leaving only naked, freezing cold:

"Fine, fine, fine."

He said the word "fine" three times in a row, all disguise completely stripping away from his face to reveal the greedy and ferocious visage beneath it.

"Lin Ming, you've grown up and you've got your own ideas. Fine, your second uncle won't waste words with you anymore."

He pulled out his communicator, rapidly pressed a few keys, and then looked up, his gaze carrying the cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Since you won't listen to reason, we'll go by the rules."

Liu Qingqing also resumed her mean expression, crossing her arms and sneering, "Shameless."

Lin Ming frowned, alarm bells ringing wildly in his heart.

In less than three minutes, hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door. Right after that, with a bang, the door was shoved open roughly.

Three figures dressed in uniform black, with the two characters for "Enforcement" embroidered on their chests, charged in.

The one leading the group was a middle-aged man with a square face and sharp eyes, a standard military saber strapped to his waist. The two young team members behind him also wore stern expressions, quickly securing the doorway the moment they entered.

"Mr. Lin Feng?" the square-faced man spoke, his voice booming.

"It's me! Captain Wang, you've finally come!"

Lin Feng immediately put on an expression of anxious indignation, pointing at Lin Ming.

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"It's this unfilial son! He stole the company's gene enhancer! That's precious material worth a million! I urged him to turn himself in, but not only did he refuse to listen, he even, even threatened us!"

Liu Qingqing immediately cooperated by squeezing out two tears, clutching her chest with a heartbroken expression. "Such a sin... We raised him with such painstaking effort, how did he turn out like this..."

Lin Ming's pupils constricted slightly.

Gene enhancer.

That was the precious medicine used by martial artists when breaking through major realms. Even the most ordinary one cost upwards of one million Federation credits, and private possession required a special license. Illegal possession or theft carried extremely severe sentencing.

"I didn't steal anything," Lin Ming said calmly, his gaze locked directly onto that Captain Wang.

Captain Wang gave him an expressionless glance, then turned to Lin Feng. "You claim the enhancer was stolen. Do you have evidence?"

"I do! I do!" Lin Feng nodded hurriedly, his expression painful and conflicted.

"I originally didn't want to speak of it... but, but I simply couldn't stand it any longer! Captain Wang, I suspect... I suspect he hid it in his own room!"

He pointed toward the small room that had been converted into a storage closet.

Accompanied by a bout of rummaging through boxes and cabinets!

The gene enhancer was naturally found.

A crystal-clear glass tube lay quietly upon a black cushion, bearing the words Level-One Gene Enhancer.

Captain Wang closed the box, raised his head to look at Lin Ming, a hint of ice seeping into his gaze.

"Caught red-handed. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Lin Ming shook his head slowly.

There was no anger, no argument, no hysteria, because it was completely useless. Clearly, the other party had come prepared.

He merely looked at Captain Wang and said calmly, "I'll remember you all..."

Lin Feng was consumed with rage.

"Captain Wang, you saw it! This is simply an ungrateful wolf with white eyes who refuses to admit it even after stealing! The Lin household has no such descendants!"

Captain Wang was silent for two seconds, then waved a hand at the team members behind him.

"Take him away."

Two team members stepped forward, pinning Lin Ming's shoulders from left and right. Lin Ming offered no resistance, and was then taken away.

Before leaving, he stared fixedly into the face of every single person, burning them into his memory.

"He's gone! That jinx has finally been dragged away!"

Lin Feng also let out a long breath, collapsing limply onto the worn sofa.

"Damn it... This little bastard, his gaze is truly terrifying..." He spat, but immediately smiled again. "Pity, no matter how terrifying it is, it's useless. Once he steps through the doors of the Enforcement Team, his life is finished."

The door to the storage closet was pushed open.

A young man wearing flashy pajamas with his hair dyed a yellowish blonde walked out while rubbing his eyes. It was none other than Lin Zihao.

He looked to be around twenty years old, with a plump build, swollen eye bags, and the appearance of someone completely hollowed out by excessive indulgence.

"Dad, Lin Ming got arrested. Then that spot for Jiangnan Martial University..."

"Naturally it's yours!" Liu Qingqing cut in, petting her son's head with a face full of doting affection. "My son is so outstanding, that spot should have been yours to begin with! That little bastard, does he even deserve it?"

"I've spent so much money over all these years... fattened up so many people, just so it could be used today!"

"Lin Ming will be dispatched to the South River Defense Army, the Blade Camp Reserve."

Lin Feng said each word clearly.

Liu Qingqing drew in a sharp breath, then covered her mouth and laughed. "The Vanguard Reserve Camp? Isn't that the Death Squad? The mortality rate... exceeds ninety percent, right?"

"Ninety-two percent," Lin Feng corrected with a cruel smile. "Out of the three hundred people sent there last year, fewer than thirty returned alive, and most of those were heavily wounded and crippled."

Knowing Lin Ming was bound to die.

The three of them looked at each other and burst into loud laughter.

South River Base City, the Vanguard Reserve Camp!

"Don't look at me with that kind of gaze... If you want to blame someone, blame your own lack of sense."

"The Vanguard Reserve Camp has a mortality rate of over ninety percent... If you want revenge, wait until you manage to come back alive."

Outside South River Base City, that Enforcement Team captain also stopped putting on an act. After delivering Lin Ming into the Vanguard Camp, he simply ignored him and strode away arrogantly.

Lin Ming watched the other person retreat, an irrepressible murderous intent filling his eyes, and right at that moment.

[Ding! Eligible host detected... Soul wave matching... Slaughter will confirmed...]

[Mad Slaughter System binding... 10%... 50%... 100%! Binding successful!]

[This system is the Slaughter Evolution System. Killing enemies grants Kill Points. Kill Points can be used to directly elevate martial arts realms, martial skill proficiency, exchange for special abilities, and more.]

[Please work hard at slaughter, host, and step upon the peak!]

A system?

As expected of a transmigrator's standard equipment, the Slaughter Evolution System... not bad.

Lin Ming's pupils constricted slightly, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile alongside a surging, unprecedented murderous intent.

Since this world has no justice and no one grants me light.

Then!

Slaughter a clear and bright cosmos!

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