The Martial Exam Spot Stolen, a Crime Pinned on Him!

The Martial Exam Spot Stolen, a Crime Pinned on Him! (Pure power fantasy. Invincible on Blue Star in three months! Come at me if you don't believe it.)

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South River Base City!

The Lin Household, late at night!

"Lin Ming, can't you be a little more understanding?"

"What's wrong with giving your special-admission spot at a martial arts university to your brother?"

"Have you forgotten that your parents died on the path to becoming Warriors? The martial path is a constant struggle. You could die too... Wouldn't it be better if I found you a regular job so you could live comfortably for the rest of your life?"

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

Lin Feng's voice was rough and hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against metal.

His face was a picture of anguish, and his finger nearly jabbed Lin Ming in the nose.

His second aunt, Liu Qingqing, sat in a corner of the shabby sofa, mechanically knitting a sweater that never seemed to get finished.

She was in her early forties. Her well-kept face showed little sign of age, but the deep lines beside her mouth made her look especially mean.

She looked up, swept a cold gaze over Lin Ming, and picked up where her husband had left off.

"Your uncle is right. People call the Warrior's path glorious, but have you seen how many bones lie buried outside the base city? Aren't your parents proof enough?"

Her voice was thin and shrill, like nails scraping glass.

"Your brother Zihao has talent too. Let him go to Jiangnan Martial University, and when he makes something of himself, the whole family will benefit. As for you, I'll find you a steady job... I've pulled some strings with the logistics department at the Martial Artist Service Company in the east district. It pays five thousand Federation credits a month! A stable life without a worry about food or clothing. Do you understand?"

"I don't need to."

Lin Ming finally spoke. His voice was calm, without the slightest ripple, like a pool in late autumn.

He raised his head, and the dim yellow light fell across his face. At eighteen, he stood six foot three and looked a little lean, but the lines of his shoulders and back were clean and strong.

Beneath his short black hair was a sharply defined face. His eyes stood out most: dark and deep, catching two points of cold light beneath the lamp, like blades tempered in ice.

Lin Ming spoke slowly, each word landing with weight.

"The Warrior's path is mine to walk. My place at Jiangnan Martial University came from the special qualification my parents bought with their lives. And three months ago, I fought for it in the martial exam arena with three broken ribs and blood pouring from my mouth twice."

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

"Why should I give it to Lin Zihao?"

"Because he's your biological son?"

Lin Feng shot to his feet. The coffee table scraped across the floor with an ear-piercing screech.

His face flushed red, veins bulging at his temples as he pointed at Lin Ming and cursed.

"You ungrateful brat! We raised you, and this is how you repay us!"

"Why? Because we've raised you for more than ten years without asking for anything in return. Now we're asking for this one thing... Give your brother the spot so he can have a future. Is that too much? Well? Tell me, is it?"

Liu Qingqing stepped up to Lin Ming, her finger nearly stabbing his chest.

"Are you really that selfish? Do you only care about yourself? If your brother can't get into a good martial arts university, his whole life will be ruined! Can you live with that?"

For a moment, the room fell deathly silent.

Lin Ming slowly stood.

At six foot three, he loomed over them. Lin Feng and Liu Qingqing instinctively took half a step back.

"You raised me for ten years?"

Lin Ming suddenly smiled. It was a faint, cold smile with no warmth in it.

"Uncle, Aunt, let's be honest. When my parents died ten years ago, they left three million two hundred thousand Federation credits in compensation. You two took it into your 'care.'"

"Over ten years, did you spend even a tenth of it on me?"

Silence.

Suffocating silence.

The clock's second hand made ten full circuits before Lin Feng finally found his voice.

But there was no trace of his earlier anguish. Only naked coldness remained.

"Fine. Fine. Fine."

He said it three times. Every trace of pretense fell from his face, revealing the greedy, vicious man beneath.

"Lin Ming, you've grown up. You have your own ideas now. Fine. Your uncle won't waste any more words on you."

He took out his Communicator and quickly pressed a few buttons. When he looked up, his eyes held the cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse.

"If you won't listen to reason, we'll do this by the book."

Liu Qingqing's mean expression returned. She folded her arms and sneered. "We tried being nice."

Lin Ming frowned. Alarm bells rang in his mind.

Less than three minutes later, hurried footsteps sounded outside. Then, with a bang, the door was shoved open.

Three figures in black uniforms burst in, the word "Enforcement" embroidered across their chests.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a square face and sharp eyes. A standard-issue combat saber hung at his waist. The two younger officers behind him looked just as stern and immediately took positions by the door.

"Mr. Lin Feng?" the square-faced man asked in a ringing voice.

"That's me! Captain Wang, thank goodness you're here!"

Lin Feng instantly put on a look of anxious indignation and pointed at Lin Ming.

"It's this ungrateful boy! He stole a gene enhancer from the company! That's valuable property worth a million credits! I urged him to turn himself in, but he wouldn't listen. He even threatened us!"

Liu Qingqing promptly squeezed out two tears and clutched her chest, looking heartbroken. "What have we done to deserve this... We worked so hard to raise him. How did he turn out like this?"

Lin Ming's pupils contracted slightly.

A gene enhancer.

Warriors used such precious drugs to break through major realms. Even the most ordinary dose cost over a million Federation credits. Private possession required a special permit, and illegal possession or theft carried a severe sentence.

"I didn't steal anything," Lin Ming said calmly, looking Captain Wang straight in the eye.

Captain Wang glanced at him without expression, then turned to Lin Feng. "You say a dose was stolen. Do you have evidence?"

"Yes! Yes!" Lin Feng nodded hurriedly, his expression pained and conflicted.

"I didn't want to say it... but I can't stand by anymore! Captain Wang, I suspect... I suspect he hid it in his room!"

He pointed to the tiny room converted from a storage closet.

After a flurry of rummaging, they found the gene enhancer.

A crystal-clear glass tube lay on black padding. The label read "Level-One Gene Enhancer."

Captain Wang closed the box and looked up at Lin Ming, a new chill in his eyes.

"Caught with the stolen goods. Anything to say?"

Lin Ming slowly shook his head.

He showed no anger. He made no argument or frantic protest. It would be useless. They had clearly come prepared.

He simply looked at Captain Wang and said evenly, "I'll remember all of you..."

Lin Feng flew into a rage.

"You see, Captain Wang? We raised him, and this is how he repays us! He stole something and still won't admit it! The Lin Household has no place for someone like him!"

Captain Wang was silent for two seconds, then waved to the officers behind him.

"Take him away."

The two officers stepped forward and gripped Lin Ming by the shoulders, one on each side. He did not resist as they led him away.

Before he left, he stared hard at each of their faces, committing them to memory.

"He's gone! We finally got rid of that curse!"

Lin Feng let out a long breath and slumped onto the shabby sofa.

"Damn... That brat's eyes were frightening..." He spat, then grinned. "Too bad it won't do him any good. Once he's through the Enforcement Division's doors, his life is over."

The storage room door opened.

A young man in gaudy pajamas emerged, rubbing his eyes. His hair was dyed yellow. It was Lin Zihao.

He looked about twenty, with a soft, flabby build and puffy bags under his eyes, as though he had spent too many nights indulging himself.

"Dad, now that Lin Ming's been arrested, the spot at Jiangnan Martial University..."

"It's yours, of course!" Liu Qingqing cut in. She stroked her son's head with a doting smile. "My son is so outstanding. That spot should have been yours from the start! As if that little bastard deserved it."

"I've spent years and so much money greasing palms... all for today!"

"Lin Ming will be sent to the South River Defense Army's Vanguard Reserve Camp."

Lin Feng spoke each word deliberately.

Liu Qingqing drew a sharp breath, then covered her mouth and laughed. "The Vanguard Reserve Camp? Isn't that a Death Squad? The death rate is... over ninety percent, isn't it?"

"Ninety-two percent," Lin Feng corrected her with a cruel smile. "Three hundred were sent there last year. Fewer than thirty came back alive, and most of those were badly wounded or crippled."

They knew Lin Ming was as good as dead.

The three exchanged glances and burst out laughing.

Outside South River Base City, at the Blade Camp's reserve camp!

"Don't look at me like that... You've only got yourself to blame for refusing a good offer."

"The Vanguard Reserve Camp has a death rate above ninety percent... If you want revenge, come back alive first."

Once they reached the outskirts of South River Base City, the enforcement captain dropped the act. He delivered Lin Ming to the Blade Camp, then strutted off without another thought for him.

Lin Ming watched him go, unable to suppress the killing intent in his eyes. Just then—

[Ding! Qualified host detected... Soul fluctuations matched... Killing intent confirmed...]

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

[This is the Slaughter Evolution System. Killing enemies earns Kill Points. Kill Points can be used to directly raise your martial arts realm, improve combat technique proficiency, exchange for special abilities, and more.]

[Host, kill and climb to the peak!]

A system?

Of course a transmigrator would get one. The Slaughter Evolution System... Not bad.

Lin Ming's pupils contracted slightly. A smile tugged at his lips, and an overwhelming killing intent rose within him, stronger than any he had ever felt.

If there's no justice in this world and no one will offer me a light...

Then I'll carve a path through blood to a brighter world!