Starting from a short stick, becoming the master of the universe

Chapter 2: Weapon Ban

I don’t know how long it took, but Jiang Cheng finally figured out the current situation.

He traveled through time, and it seemed that he had traveled to a future world a hundred thousand years later.

In the past 100,000 years, the technology of Blue Planet has developed rapidly. It has mastered the technology of hyperspace navigation and can even build space portals on planets thousands of light years away.

However, compared to technology, what is more shocking is the terrifying military power of the human race on Blue Planet, or the Yan people.

As early as more than 100,000 years ago, the ancestors of Yan State discovered the existence of the universe and believed that everything in the universe was inseparable from the cosmic force.

From tiny particles to the movement of celestial bodies, from wind, rain, thunder and lightning to spiritual consciousness, the Force is everywhere.

If the human body can absorb the Force, it will have infinite possibilities, even becoming a god.

After another thousand years, this road was finally opened.

The pioneers created secret martial arts, which, after practicing, can open the dusty acupoints in the human body and absorb the Force. The more acupoints that are opened, the more Force can be absorbed, until all 129,600 acupoints in the human body are opened, and one can travel across the universe in the flesh and detonate stars with a thought.

Thus, the era arrived when the people of Yan, with the power of one country, could dominate all races in the starry sky.

Whether it is a giant starry sky warship, an ancient behemoth, or an ancient evil god, they are as small as dust in front of the human race who masters the force.

In less than a hundred years, the name of Yan Country spread throughout the galaxy.

In the next ten thousand years, all alien races in the Milky Way are learning the Yan language, studying the Yan people's cultivation methods, and regarding the Yan people as their teachers.

However, its rise was rapid, and its fall was sudden.

One hundred years ago, Yan State was no longer satisfied with its territory in the Milky Way and wanted to further expand its influence. However, it encountered stubborn resistance from the Hound Galaxy outside the Milky Way. All races in the Milky Way pretended to obey but actually did not work hard, which led to the death of a large number of Yan State's strong men. Both Yan State and the Hound Galaxy suffered heavy losses and had to withdraw from the battlefield.

However, all races in the Milky Way seized this opportunity, declared their intention to resist the oppression of the Yan people, and began to stab them in the back. A hundred years later, the star area occupied by the human race was less than one percent of the past.

A large number of Yan people had no time to evacuate and became wanderers.

Either they died at the hands of foreign butchers, or they became slaves and were sold in the market, or they lived in fear like ants.

Just like the original body, my ancestors brought their families to this planet called Morning Star, where they originally owned thousands of acres of fertile land and had no worries about food and clothing.

Until a hundred years ago, when Yan State was defeated, only a very small number of people managed to leave in time on spacecraft. Most people had to stay behind, isolated and helpless, worried, not knowing what fate would await them in the future.

Not long after, everyone on the Morning Star learned the news that Yan's former allies, the Horned People, were willing to help more than a dozen nearby Yan planets, including the Morning Star, to resist possible invaders.

In fact, after learning that the Horned Tribe had taken action, some other races gave up on this place.

People on the planet breathed a sigh of relief, but gradually they discovered that things were moving in an unfavorable direction little by little.

First, a large amount of private land was reclaimed, and then everyone was forced to gather in designated areas and buy residences at high prices. Those who spent a lot could live in the urban area, while those who had no money could only live in ordinary urban areas or slums.

Not long after, a weapons ban was issued. The Yan people on the planet were no longer allowed to practice secret martial arts. Once discovered, they would be imprisoned at the very least, or lose all their wealth and become slaves at the worst. Later on, they were not even allowed to own firearms.

People then realized that the Horned People also had evil intentions, and their talk of unity and cooperation was just an excuse because they were afraid of encountering resistance and having to pay a price.

However, it was too late to realize it now.

Perhaps the Governor's Office, the Planetary Defense Force, the Law Enforcement Team, etc., had already stood on the side of the Horned Man, and this was later proved to be the case.

The original person's parents died early, and he lived in a slum with his grandmother since childhood, relying on selling roasted sweet potatoes to make a living.

The money earned had to be used to pay protection fees and stall fees first, and only the rest was considered his, not to mention the occasional extortion by gangsters.

Just two days ago, the original body was already overworked, and the temperature happened to change suddenly, so he had a high fever. Even though he was sent to the clinic, had an IV and took medicine, his life could not be saved.

Take a deep breath.

Jiang Cheng looked at the two people in front of him, smiled slightly and said, "Grandma, Sister Chen, I feel much better, but I still feel a little dizzy."

Before he traveled through time, he had no chance to repay his grandmother for raising him.

Now that he has traveled through time and space, God has given him a chance, and he must seize it.

But I don’t know what will happen to my parents after I disappear... He sighed in his heart.

"It's normal to feel dizzy. The high fever has just subsided." Mrs. Chen said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, Xiaocheng, are you hungry? Grandma will cook some porridge for you?" Grandma Jiang asked.

It would have been better if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, Jiang Cheng's stomach started growling.

Grandma Jiang smiled, revealing deep wrinkles on her brow, and got up to cook porridge.

Mrs. Chen also left amid the two people's thanks. Before leaving, she helped the old man push the tricycle parked outside in.

Jiang Cheng sat on the bed and began to look around the room.

The room was not big, only about 30 or 40 square meters. There was a stove on the east side, a table in the middle, two beds on the west side, and a small compartment on the north side, which was the toilet. Overall it was clean.

There were no electric lights in the room, only candles. There was neither electricity nor running water. Every household had a well at the door to do laundry, cook, and flush the toilet.

The conditions are not bad. If there were no gangsters collecting protection fees and thugs wandering around, we could survive.

Unfortunately, no if.

In this ghetto, fists are the law.

If you are bullied, do you go to the security team?

No one will pay any attention to you. Of course, if you practice secret martial arts, violate the weapon ban, or illegally possess firearms, and the news is accidentally leaked, the security team will be dispatched, and they may even block off the entire area and take human lives.

"Is there no golden finger?"

This thought flashed through Jiang Cheng’s mind.

He's not stupid.

What about the weapons ban?

Without strong personal strength, you will always be bullied in this slum and will never be able to make a name for yourself.

Not to mention, there are also the Horned People.

Dignity lies only on the edge of the sword. If you can't get it on the battlefield, don't expect to get it at the negotiating table.

But after reciting it in my mind for a long time, no system or anything like that appeared.

Jiang Cheng's face became serious.

The system is standard equipment for time travelers, but I don’t have it?

Or is it that there is, but the triggering conditions have not been met?

While I was thinking, Grandma Jiang came over carefully with a bowl of steaming rice porridge.