Li Chen fell into a predicament unlike any he had ever faced!
He had lost all his Divine Abilities and Magic Power. Even the knowledge and Intelligence he had prided himself on in his previous life had been set aside, unused. He was like a once-mighty billionaire adopting the White Dragon Disguise, mingling with those at the bottom and trying to make his way with his own two hands.
He had thought that, since a few traces of his former true self remained, he could soon repeat his rise from nothing and forge another legend. Yet cruel reality told him that he might struggle even to put food on the table.
At the bottom, the most important thing was to fill one's stomach, then pray that Heaven would spare one from illness. There was simply no spare time to consider how to get ahead, improve oneself with an eye to the long term, or plan for the future.
Now he was merely a native child of the Wind Martial Continent. Though a faint spark of unusual insight remained, keeping him from utter ignorance, his strength had not even reached the level of a Martial Apprentice, and his knowledge amounted only to that of a low-ranking Puppeteer Apprentice. That was far from enough to defy Heaven.
Given the level of development of the Li Household of Ming City, or even the entire Wind Martial Continent, he had nowhere to find the external conditions he needed, and no way to learn and grow.
Li Chen even felt that his intelligence in this life was lacking. His memory and comprehension were both far below those of a normal Puppet Master, reducing many of his plans to mere battles fought on paper.
His abilities were insufficient. He simply could not integrate his knowledge and