Gou Zai Gaowu Shijie Cheng Shen

Chapter 1 The Real Martial Arts World
"Everyone on site, immediately step back and move outside the cordon!!"

A commotion arose among the crowd.

Five young martial artists dressed in the standard combat uniforms of the "Tianyue Martial Arts University" reserve army shouted sternly at the crowd.

They held standard-issue kinetic energy guns, their expressions tense and solemn.

Upon hearing their words, the onlookers retreated, their faces filled with fear and panic.

Fearful of death, yet unable to resist the urge to know what had happened, they took two steps back and then instinctively moved forward again.

"Another one died."

"What number is this?"

"This is the fourth one..."

"These mutated creatures are getting more and more rampant."

"There's nothing we can do. We, the martial servants, have neither the high-tech equipment to fight against mutated creatures nor the value to get the regular troops of the martial arts university to take action."

"That's how it is when you live in a shantytown. If you were in a regular residential area, the students at Wuhan University wouldn't let mutated creatures run rampant!"

"I'm moving to the residential area tonight."

"The rent in a proper residential area is too expensive, it costs six thousand yuan a month!"

"Then let's live in a more remote area!"

"Even in the most remote areas, it'll still cost four thousand!"

"It's better than losing your life!"

"What do you know? The greatest tragedy is to be alive but have no money!"

A shantytown built from discarded alloy sheets and simple composite materials is the "home" where this group of people live.

It's like a pile of carelessly discarded garbage pieced together.

Scattered haphazardly beside a sewage ditch filled with gravel and emitting a pungent odor.

The space here is cramped and confined.

The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, like a heavy lead weight.

The air was filled with the stench of fermenting garbage and the fishy smell of sewage.

A heavy, lead-gray cloud blanketed the shantytown.

Scattered, cold raindrops fell silently like fine steel needles.

The drops fell on the pedestrian's neck, as if a cold hand was gently stroking the back of their head.

It made people involuntarily shrink their necks.

in the crowd.

A middle-aged man wearing a vest listened calmly to the surrounding discussions.

At one point, he reached out and touched the corner of his eye, only to find nothing.

"I really don't feel used to not having my glasses," the middle-aged man muttered to himself.

He then shook his head, his face somewhat pale.

Three days ago, he traveled through time.

That's right, a young man who had just graduated from university three years ago transmigrated into the body of a middle-aged man who was nearly forty.

This is a world of high martial arts.

The original owner of this body was an ordinary porter and maintenance worker in the cargo maintenance unit of Tianyue Martial Arts University, also known as Xu Feng.

Approaching forty, he had accomplished nothing and was an extremely mediocre ordinary person.

three years ago.

Xu Feng and the vanguard arrived at this godforsaken place called "Dimensional Realm 1-13" and set up camp.

People like them have a common name – “military servants”.

That is, to a martial artist who is superior to others, they are like servants.

Cleaning staff and logistics personnel belong to the lowest level of the entire team.

His life can be summarized in one sentence:

Don't underestimate the poor when they are young, and don't underestimate the poor when they are middle-aged. The next step will probably be "death is the greatest tragedy".

Xu Feng was able to travel here because the original owner of "Xu Feng" was attacked by mutated creatures.

As for what attacked it and how it was attacked, I don't know.

Anyway, the moment he opened his eyes, this single man who had just been eating Shantou-style hot pot was now lying on a broken iron-framed bed.

What I saw was a bare house, and there was also a little burden who was not yet eleven years old.

The contrast before and after is so great that it's like falling from heaven to hell.

"No one is allowed to approach this area for the next three days!"

"Those who want to die, go ahead and try! I've said my piece!"

The loud shout from the Tianyue Martial Arts University reserve officer pulled Xu Feng back to reality.

Immediately, the security team called two people from the scene to seal off the house where the incident occurred.

Then they carried a corpse and drove away.

Watching those people leave in a hurry, Xu Feng fell into deep thought.

"In the original owner's memory, one person died five days ago, and three more have died in the last two days."

If you include me, no, if you don't include the original owner, then there are five.

Basically one a day. Damn, this world is dangerous.

Based on the fragmented memories in his mind.

Logically speaking, this area guarded by Tianyue Wuda had not seen such a terrifying mutated creature for six months.

There was no news of any defeats among the frontline troops.

How did this mutated creature get into this rear encampment area?

As the crowd dispersed, Xu Feng also walked back.

The shantytown had a very poor environment because it was basically built independently on the outskirts of the Tianyue Army's base.

There was no planning and no management.

Garbage, excrement, the smell of engine oil, abandoned transport vehicle frames, and even the skeleton of a mutated creature resembling a giant elephant stand here like a landscape.

The various smells and chaotic scenery mixed together made one frown.

Along the way, he kept seeing neighbors packing up to move.

"Hey! Brother Xu! Aren't you moving out yet? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Xu Feng was pondering what to do next.

A chubby boy with a rosy complexion walked out of the shed next door.

He carried out a huge, standard-issue furnace.

Seeing Xu Feng return, he asked with a look of surprise.

This fat guy is an unofficial bioengineer at Tianyue Martial Arts University; to put it simply, he works in pharmaceuticals.

He's very outgoing and makes a good neighbor.

"Don't be afraid," Xu Feng waved his hand as a greeting.

“Afraid of you? Huh?” The chubby boy stopped mid-sentence, stunned.

? ?
what's the situation.

Why is this old guy, who's usually such a coward, suddenly so tough today?
Is it possible they're out of money again?
Then, the fat man shook his head helplessly, his face showing an expression that said, "It's impossible to reason with this damn fool."

"I'm telling you, think about your daughter Xiaodan too. Stop going to those foot massage parlors all the time. What's so good about those masseuses?"
"It's just a woman, right? If you save up some money, you can find a decent one, can't you?"

Xu Feng paused, speechless.

Well, I knew the original owner's salary wasn't low, so why didn't she save a single penny? Turns out, it was all given to the technicians!

He immediately racked his brains to recall.

But he found that he had no pleasant memories of spending the night with the technician.

Damn, this is just spending money without doing anything?
Xu Feng glanced at the fat man and nodded: "Don't worry, I'll quit from now on."

The chubby boy was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xu Feng with great surprise: "Really? Here, you can use this, I don't need it."

As he spoke, he turned around and pulled a slightly worn standard-issue combat knife from the cart behind him, tossing it to Xu Feng.

Without looking back, the chubby boy quickly walked into the depths of the shantytown.

Xu Feng didn't refuse, but waved to his back and said, "Thanks!"

The fat man waved his hand and quickened his pace.

Watching the fat man leave, Xu Feng thoughtfully pushed open the door and entered the simple shed.

He casually hung his standard-issue combat knife on a nail behind the door.

Then, he plopped down on the edge of the alloy-made plank bed.

He was pondering how to face the upcoming survival crisis.

They'll starve to death because they have no money, or they'll be eaten by monsters.

Don't think that living on the edge of this shantytown means you don't have to pay rent.

Even if this place is another world, even if they built this house themselves.

But once it's occupied by the Wuda army, it belongs to their territory.

If you eat, drink, relieve yourself, or sleep here, you have to pay "taxes" and "rent".

Moreover, even those who fail to become martial artists' servants still need to cultivate, and cultivation costs money.

After all, the work in this place is not something an ordinary person can do.

"Dad, time to eat."

He had barely sat down when...

hind foot.

A young girl, about half a year old, came towards him from another room carrying a bowl.

Steam was rising from the bowl.

The little girl frowned, her hands burning from the heat, but she still insisted on handing the bowl to Xu Feng.

Xu Feng was taken aback.

He then swiftly took the rice bowl from the little girl's hand, grinned, and placed it on the table beside him before blowing on the little girl's hand:
"Didn't I tell you not to cook? Why aren't you listening?"

The little girl looked at him coldly and opened her mouth with a childish yet shockingly foul mouth: "Are you fucking obsessed with washing feet?"

From childhood to adulthood, as far back as I can remember, I've always been the one cooking these meals.

Didn't you say I had to pay back your debt of raising you? Have you lost your mind?

Those sharp words, that youthful appearance.

Xu Feng was choked by the words.

I was shocked for a long time.

Oh my god.

You're a girl who's only a little over ten years old.

Is it appropriate to keep using "damn it" in your mouth?

Xu Feng's face darkened, and he pressed down on the little girl's shoulder: "Xu Xiaodan, you need to understand, I am the head of the family!"
In this house, I'm the only one who's qualified to cook in the kitchen!
"From today onwards, if you dare touch the pot, you'll see how I deal with you!"

"what?"

The little girl looked at Xu Feng blankly.

"Go do your homework right now! Also, starting today, you're not allowed to swear, or I'll beat you up every time I hear you swear!"

Xu Feng feigned a tough stance.

The little girl frowned and looked at him for a while: "You talk as if you don't usually beat me up."

immediately.

She turned and climbed onto the small bed next to her, turned on the lamp and started reading.

Xu Feng vaguely heard her mutter, "A weirdo. A lunatic."

Xu Feng: "."

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

Someone died in Penghu District today. I heard it was Xiao Juan's father. I'm a little scared.

I don't know what happened to my dad. Ever since that strange bird pecked him that night, he's changed.

He used to always tell me that I was adopted, a discarded child.

But from that day on, he never called me that again, and he wouldn't let me cook, do laundry, or even help Aunt Chen earn money.

I suspect Dad is sick, I'm sure he is. I hope he gets better soon. —Xu Xiaodan

house.

I watched my daughter doing her homework, hunched over a simple wooden table.

Xu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on his bed, lost in thought.

He had mixed feelings after disciplining his daughter.

Firstly, he felt that taking care of children was too troublesome, and he still considered himself a child.

Secondly, it serves as a warning about the dangerous living environment, where ordinary people could die suddenly at any time, which is simply outrageous.

Those so-called mutated creatures appear and disappear without a trace, making them far too dangerous.

He needs to make plans early.

The moment he arrived in the world, Xu Feng was still worried about "not finishing paying off my mortgage."

The next second he was happy, "I don't have to pay the mortgage anymore."

But reality soon told him that there were things more terrifying than a mortgage.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng got up and started searching the room.

soon.

He then laid out all his current possessions on the bed.

A communication bracelet with a balance of "3655.89" Daxia coins.

A steel left leg.

It is said that this is an Aland alloy material, which can be sold for a little over two thousand. He picked it up from a pile of dead bodies in the wilderness.

A standard-issue combat knife, a gift from Little Fatty.

A centralized crystal energy stove can burn for 221 hours.

Of the eight books, most were about electronic technology, with only one on swordsmanship and one on throwing knives, which Xu Feng didn't read carefully.

An electronics repair kit box, nine-handed.

Three damaged four-handed communication wristbands.

In addition, there are 3 days' worth of food rations.

To describe this family as destitute would be an understatement.

In Xu Feng's view, this was a dead end.

Password.

He really wanted to pull the original owner out of his mind, give him a good beating, then stuff him into the latrine outside and stomp on him a couple of times.

"No, money is essential for everything, whether it's learning martial arts to strengthen the body or for basic necessities like food, drink, and toileting."

At my age, I'm afraid there's no hope of becoming a male escort.
Let me think, what other ways are there to make money without selling my body?

Xu Feng muttered to himself for a while.

Soon, he focused his attention on the repair kit and a few old books.

"It seems that the original owner made a living by repairing all sorts of odds and ends on a part-time basis."

With my top-tier abilities in electromagnetics, starting from this shouldn't be difficult.

five minutes later.

boom!
Xu Feng threw the book onto the bed and lay back, saying, "This is way too difficult!"

He recognized every single word in the book, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand what they meant.

No, the technological levels of these two worlds are so different?

What on earth is 100G communication?

Can current communication technologies and modulation/demodulation techniques, including basic communication infrastructure, support such high-frequency communication?
Optical communication? Or quantum communication?

Xu Feng used all the knowledge he had about communications that he had.

But it's not enough.

He could only find relevant knowledge from the remaining memories of the original owner in his mind.

"Dad, are you not dead?"

Just then, Xiao Dan came over and asked.

Xu Feng sat up abruptly from the bed, his eyes wide with anger: "If you talk like that again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Xiao Dan's face turned pale, and she turned back to the table dejectedly, writing in her diary:
My father recovered from his illness; I cured him.

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(End of this chapter)