During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

The night was as dark as smoke and mist, and a single gas streetlight cast a long, slanted shadow of a cyclist. Only the rumbling of wheels over the stone slabs could be heard.

Walking into the alley, the darkness deepened. Wen Yingxue suddenly spoke, her voice soft and low, like a wisp of smoke dispersed by the wind: "Brother You, Wen never argued with anyone, he always gave in to others, how could he die?"

Song Beiyou slowed down and said softly, "I won't let him die in vain."

"Brother You, don't do anything rash. I know that the person who bullied him must be very powerful, and you can't afford to offend them."

Song Beiyou remained silent.

"I just don't know how to tell Father when I get back that Awen is Father's hope," Wen Yingxue said softly, sitting on the bar and leaning against him.

Suddenly, Song Beiyou felt a premonition. With a thought, the Book of Impermanence flew out of his robes, turned to the fourth page, and the previously misty paper suddenly cleared up:

[The one destined to face this calamity is Wen Yiwen, a superhuman.]

He slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop with both feet planted firmly on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself: So you're the fourth one to face this calamity, but you're a superhuman?

Wen Yingxue raised her hazy eyes and, seeing Song Beiyou's smile, asked in surprise, "Brother Beiyou, what's wrong?"

Song Beiyou's mood brightened, and he smiled, "Perhaps everything today is just a dream. When you wake up, Awen will still be alive."

Wen Yingxue lowered her swollen eyelids and murmured, "Really?"

……

As night deepened, Song Beiyou glanced at his watch; it was 11:40.

Ripples spread from the fourth page of the Book of Impermanence, drawing his consciousness into them.

The next instant, the light in the sky changed dramatically.

He had been transported into a strange body. The sunset was blinding, the sky ablaze with fiery clouds. A cold wind howled, carrying a scent of decay and desolation.

Song Beiyou swayed his shoulders, feeling a sudden weakness for no reason. He raised his hands—thin palms, prominent knuckles, shallow blue veins on the back of his hands, and fraying white fur on his cuffs.

Looking around, I saw him carrying a canvas bag, walking back to Fangua Village. A crow perched on a withered tree by the roadside, watching him intently.

Song Beiyou glared at him, and the crow was so frightened that it flapped its wings and flew away, cawing loudly.

What superpowers does this kid have? Just as Song Beiyou was about to investigate further, bloodstains suddenly began to flow from the withered tree:

Current time: December 12th (lunar calendar).

[The survivor: Wen Yiwen, student, superhuman.]

[The time remaining after death: twelve two-hour periods.]

[The person who survives the calamity can wear a mask: 0/1]

[Face Mask Collection: Qianyuan Eight Awakenings - Second Awakening, Butcher's Skill - Grandmaster, White Ape Eight Arms - Master, Firearms Proficiency - Master, Internal Cultivation Tai Chi - Hidden Strength]

"Twelve hours make a day, so the time limit is quite generous this time. I can only wear one mask, so I'll start with the inheritance."

Song Beiyou's thoughts raced as he covered his face with the inherited mask. In an instant, his spine burned, a warm current surged through him, causing him to shiver. With a 40% increase in physique, his small frame was elevated to the strength of a normal person.

"Awen, what are you doing? You're standing like a log! Go home!"

Song Beiyou looked up and saw Wen Yingxue waving at him from the mountain hollow ahead. "Coming!" he replied, stepping on the mud and running forward quickly.

Familiar words in blood reappeared before my eyes: "[Calamities are karma, unavoidable, accumulating heavier with time, ultimately leading to impermanence. All calamities are judged by merit, and rewards are given accordingly.]"

Song Beiyou rushed over, then felt a little embarrassed. He chuckled twice and awkwardly called out, "Sister."

Wen Yingxue's almond-shaped eyes swept over him, then she picked up the snakeskin bag: "This is weird, let's go home quickly."

Song Beiyou followed closely behind her, quickly searching through his memories, his eyes slowly brightening—Wen Yiwen had only recently discovered that she had a special ability.

The two walked quickly and soon arrived at the gathering place of Fangua Village. After passing through the narrow passage, they arrived at their own house.

Wen's father coughed from time to time.

Wen Yingxue lifted the curtain: "Dad, we're back. I'll brew your medicine first, then I'll make dinner."

Leaning against the headboard, Mr. Wen put down his book and looked up. His eyes were yellowish, the kind of yellow that comes from lung disease, but when he looked at people, you felt that nothing could be hidden from him.

"Yiwen, how was your homework today?"

Song Beiyou was taken aback for a moment, then quickly covered it up by saying, "No problem, it's quite simple."

"Hehe," Mr. Wen chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You're always so modest. If you can say that, it seems you're really fine today. Finish your homework later and let me see it."

Song Beiyou quickly said, "Uh, Dad, I'll go help my sister, I'll do my homework later."

Mr. Wen frowned: "It will be dark soon."

Wen Yingxue busied herself decocting medicine, pouring water, and lighting the fire, not forgetting to say, "What do I need your help with? Go do your homework."

Helpless, Song Beiyou cautiously took out his textbooks—Chinese, Mathematics, and European languages—from his yellowed canvas bag, glanced at them one by one, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Thank goodness, they're not too difficult.

You should know that he can only access Wen Yiwen's memories right now; his thoughts are his own.

While it was still daylight, Song Beiyou finished his homework in one go and handed it to Wen's father, who stood obediently to the side. In his heart, however, he was thinking: "I, a ruthless person who kills without blinking an eye, actually have to have my homework checked."

Another thought struck him: going to school tomorrow… A slow smile crept onto his lips—but it wouldn’t be Wen Yiwen going to school tomorrow.

"Ahem, ahem," Wen's father coughed a few times, keenly noticing the smile on his lips, thinking to himself, "You're deliberately showing off in front of me, trying to get my praise." But this problem was indeed solved quite well.

A smile played on his lips as he asked, "How come this formula is used to solve a triangle problem? You guys haven't learned it, have you?"

Song Beiyou quickly suppressed his fierce thoughts and said evasively, "I just happened to see it when I passed by the upperclassmen's classroom."

Mr. Wen nodded in satisfaction: "Good, very smart. It's a waste of your talent to send you to teacher's college."

Wen Yingxue placed the medicine by the bedside and interjected, "Father, have you forgotten? Brother Ayou is going to ask me to be his accountant after the New Year. Our family's life will definitely get better and better then."

Mr. Wen nodded slightly and smiled, "Yes, after we finish eating, I'll teach you the Western-style double-entry bookkeeping method. You must learn it carefully."