Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

Early morning, Juxia City First People's Hospital.

A young man slowly walked out of the hospital. The sunlight illuminated his handsome face, which was slightly pale. He clenched the medical report in his hand, his eyes showing a hint of dazedness, and his upright posture was slightly hunched.

He looked listless and dispirited, as if he had suffered some kind of blow and was completely devastated.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the medical report in his hand again, a deep sense of resentment welling up inside him. "Cancer again...cancer again. Is there no way for me to escape the clutches of cancer?"

He was a time traveler who died of cancer in his previous life. He never expected to be diagnosed with cancer again after time travel, which was completely giving him no way to survive!

Zhao Sheng glanced back at the hospital. Despite his immense resentment, there was nothing he could do. The outcome was already in his hands, and he could only accept reality.

Zhao Sheng tore up the report in his hand and threw it into the trash can, then hailed a taxi and left the hospital.

In this life, he was an orphan, without father or mother, so he didn't have to worry about separation or death, nor did he have any emotional ties.

The only slightly unpleasant thing is that this world is a super-god universe, where gods will descend in the future, Earth will become a battlefield, and human life will be as worthless as grass.

Ordinary people rarely survive to the later peacetime; they basically become consumables in the war, and those who survive are entirely lucky.

If you're unlucky, you'll die instantly; if you're lucky, you'll remain an ordinary person; if you're extremely lucky, you'll become a demon with some advanced technology and extraordinary abilities, achieving immortality.

Of course, the premise is that you can survive. The war of the gods is entirely the growth history of Super Soldier Corps.

Soon, the taxi driver stopped on the South China Sea Avenue. Zhao Sheng paid the fare and got out of the car. He watched the taxi leave, then turned around and looked up at the four big characters "Extreme Martial Arts School" on the signboard. He shook his head and sighed softly.

Zhao Sheng took out his key and opened the door. This martial arts school was founded by him after several years of hard work. Although it wasn't doing very well, it was enough to make ends meet.

He had never practiced martial arts in his previous life. After suffering from the torment of cancer, he realized that a strong physique could reduce the risk of developing cancer.

Therefore, in this life he practiced traditional martial arts, and visited many martial arts masters to learn their techniques in order to avoid getting cancer again.

Unfortunately, he failed!

Inside the martial arts school is Zhao Sheng's residence, and outside is a training area resembling a small courtyard, where various custom-made equipment used in traditional martial arts are placed, such as wooden stakes, iron rings, stone locks, etc.

Zhao Sheng walked into the courtyard and first saw three wooden stakes used for training, then neatly arranged stone locks, and then a row of weapon racks, all of which were unsharpened weapons.

Zhao Sheng walked up to the wooden stake and stroked it with his large, thick hands. His knuckles had a thick layer of calluses, which he had developed from practicing boxing.

Since he learned boxing, he has fallen in love with the feeling of practicing boxing. Although practicing boxing every day is hard, it is very fulfilling, unlike the emptiness he felt in his previous life.

Over time, a person's appearance will naturally be renewed, their energy and spirit will be elevated, and they will look sunny and energetic.

Zhao Sheng's eyes were calm. He shifted his stance and assumed a boxing posture. His feet were firmly planted, and his lower body was solid. He looked at the wooden stake in front of him and punched out with his five fingers clenched into a fist.

bang bang bang! ! !

Zhao Sheng's boxing style was varied; each punch would deflect the wooden poles and then strike the wooden stake, causing it to vibrate continuously.

Even though his fists were strong and protected by thick calluses, his fists still ached faintly and his arms felt numb.

After throwing a dozen or so punches, Zhao Sheng took a deep breath, exhaling not only the stale air from his lungs but also the pent-up frustration and unhappiness in his heart. "It's been over ten years since I transmigrated, and I still don't have any cheat codes?"

Zhao Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, his slightly pale face regaining its rosy hue. He circulated his internal energy and blood, which had just been used to exercise his body and familiarize him with the martial arts.

Martial arts training requires daily practice, otherwise one will become rusty. Yesterday, he was busy with a medical check-up and forgot to practice his boxing skills. Today, after practicing for a while, he felt that his hands and feet were a little stiff.

"It seems those boxers were right. If you don't practice for a day, your hands and feet will become slow. No matter how busy I am, I have to make time to practice boxing, otherwise all my boxing skills will fall apart," Zhao Sheng thought to himself, and then stretched his body.

It was a little after eight in the morning. The sun wasn't as scorching as it was at noon, and the temperature was still warm. Strands of sunlight shone on Zhao Sheng's body.

Zhao Sheng glanced up at the sun and was about to go inside when he suddenly felt a warm current creep up from his feet to his brain, as if he were soaking in a hot spring or feeling as comfortable as if he were being reborn in the womb.

"Is this a case of the acquired reversing the innate? My cheat code?" Zhao Sheng felt the warm current and the thought flashed through his mind, but then he had no further thoughts.

All he wanted to do at that moment was sleep. He forced himself to stay awake, quickly walked into his room, lay down, and completely relaxed before falling asleep.

As Zhao Sheng fell asleep, the warm current gradually grew stronger and flowed through his limbs and bones, healing all his previous injuries, illnesses, and cancer cells.

Where the warm current passes, life is renewed; hair, teeth, skin, old blood, internal organs... all are renewed.

Thick, black hair has grown back, and teeth have also grown in, with a row of forty teeth. The new skin is as white as jade.

The bone marrow begins to produce blood, old blood is expelled from the body and gradually coagulates on the surface, new blood flows through the limbs and bones, and the internal organs are revitalized...

Zhao Sheng was undergoing a complete transformation. The warm current had not dissipated and was still helping him to be reborn.

The next morning.

Zhao Sheng slowly opened his eyes, bright and alert. Just as he was about to get up, he smelled a thick, metallic scent of blood. He frowned and glanced at the scabs on his arm. "Am I undergoing a marrow cleansing? Never mind, I'll figure it out after I take a shower."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng stood up and strode into the bathroom, quickly taking off his clothes and showering in one go... and soon the sound of running water stopped.

"Huh? Is this me?" Zhao Sheng looked at himself in the mirror and was completely different from yesterday. At this moment, he could only be described as having sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and being as handsome as a young man.

"It seems it's not just a cleansing of the marrow and bones, but a complete transformation." Zhao Sheng was slightly surprised, then quickly disappeared, dressed, and went to the courtyard.

Morning is the best time to practice martial arts, and he didn't want to waste time. If he didn't practice his boxing skills for a day, he would become a little unfamiliar with them.

Zhao Sheng assumed a horse stance, facing the sun with his eyes fixed on the distance, his mind clear, breathing in and out the morning mist.

The morning mist only appears in wisps when the sun rises each day. This mist is invisible and intangible, mysterious yet existent, and truly wondrous.

Zhao Sheng wanted to see how much that warm current from yesterday would improve his aptitude. After all, it was a cheat system; it couldn't just be a matter of giving him a new skin and that would be the end of it, right?

While the ability to return to one's original state after birth sounds impressive, it depends on the world. In a super world like Perfect World or Shrouding the Heavens, the transformation and cleansing of one's marrow would be very powerful.

But... this is a science fiction world, and the worldview isn't very strong. A complete transformation and a cleansing of the body can only be described as prolonging life!