The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

Ultimate Gate.

Before World War II, the secret martial arts community wielded significant influence in the military, political, and business spheres due to its formidable individual strength.

Each martial arts sect in the region is like a local tyrant, and the local government needs the cooperation of the local sect to get things done so that it doesn't become a mere figurehead.

This is what it was like before World War II.

However, the development of technology has ultimately shaken the status of the secret martial arts world.

There's a saying that goes something like that.

The human body has its limits.

A gun is fast from seven paces away, and both fast and accurate within seven paces.

Having practiced martial arts for over a decade, he could be taken down with just a small pistol. Given this situation, the overall strength of the secret martial arts community quickly declined.

However, the overall weakening does not mean that the top-tier strength is weak; powerful warriors still possess the ability to tear apart tanks with their bare hands.

When World War II broke out, it became an even more coveted prize, with militaries from various countries vying to win it over and offering it substantial benefits.

Then, the two most powerful sects in the martial arts world at that time, the Jiyi Sect and the Feixian Sect, respectively joined the Southern and Northern camps to compete against each other.

In a corner unseen by the martial arts world, the conspiracy of the new technological aristocracy gradually surfaced. The technological aristocrats of the North and South factions colluded and secretly conspired. After inventing nuclear weapons, they decisively lured the high-ranking members of the two major martial arts sects to gather together and then launched nuclear missiles simultaneously.

boom!

The technological aristocracy thus ascended to the core of power, quickly absorbing the power vacuum left by the Secret Martial World, while simultaneously besieging and eliminating the remaining forces of the Secret Martial World.

Logically speaking, the secret martial arts world should have disappeared under these circumstances.

However, Zhiheng, the leader of the Jiyi Sect, who was at the center of the nuclear explosion, survived the explosion with the help of his mortal enemy, Franen, the leader of the Feixian Sect.

And so the hunt began.

The Extreme Sect has resurfaced, relying on its powerful individual strength and secretive methods to hunt down technological nobles with impunity across the world. They move from place to place after each shot, making it impossible for anyone to find their tracks, and their rampage has brought the new order after World War II to the brink of collapse.

In the five major powers, the tech elite remain the mainstream, operating behind the scenes while firmly holding onto national power.

But outside the five major powers, the succession of regimes in smaller countries can be decided by a single word from the Jiyi Gate.

Even within the five great nations, there are always one or two technologically advanced noble families who cannot escape the assassination attempts of the Ultimate Intent Sect, leaving a vacuum of wealth and power.

Chu Junhui's parents rose to power by absorbing the legacy left behind by the noble family of Da Xuan Technology after their deaths.

In an instant, he rose from the common people to a new business elite.

But as the saying goes, misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise; the gifts of fate have long been marked with their price in secret.

During one of their events, Chu's parents were targeted by the Jiyi Sect, who used their incriminating evidence against them, turning them into spies for the Jiyi Sect in Da Xuan.

The outcome was self-evident.

A year ago, Chu's parents were shot seven times in the back and committed suicide. Their cold bodies were transformed into a warm ten-digit number in Chu Junhui's account.

The rich second-generation, filled with emptiness and fear, thus fell into depravity, becoming addicted to throwing parties and unable to extricate himself.

"No wonder the original owner was plagued by evil spirits and was in danger of dying at any moment. It turns out that this kid has some grudges with both the inner and outer worlds."

Ji Chen stroked his chin; the starting buffs were fully stacked.

Perhaps the original owner really was the protagonist of the future world, rising from ruin, reviving from annihilation, and slaughtering until there was no one left in the world, cough cough.

Ji Chen opened the panel and saw that the Heavenly Demon Interference was less than one percent.

Ah, blanching!

Ji Chen felt like he had been tricked.

However, it's certain that this kid's identity is sensitive.

He carefully observed his surroundings, searching for any suspicious individuals who might still be watching the unfortunate child.

I turned off the lights, pretended to rest, but actually walked into the shadows behind the curtains and stared at my surroundings.

In the high-rise building next door, someone was smoking on the balcony, looking melancholy.

Amidst the sparse traffic downstairs, Niu Ma, who had just finished working overtime in the early hours of the morning, hid in his car, heartbroken and shedding tears.

In a nearby bar, a woman staggered out, then collapsed to the ground and fell asleep.

Ji Chen's eyes narrowed as he spotted several suspicious men in black looking around furtively, occasionally glancing in his direction.

Perhaps these are the plainclothes officers watching him?

Several plainclothes officers, perhaps sensing something amiss, acted swiftly, lifting the fallen woman and heading straight for Hilde.

We went to the small hotel next door.

Ji Chen stood frozen behind the curtains, abandoning his plan to continue the search.

When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. It's better to improve your physical fitness by practicing martial arts first.

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[Human host profile being generated...]

Name: Chu Junhui

[Identity: The wealthy second-generation heir who was removed from the board of directors of the Chu Group]

[Talent: Prodigal Son (with a higher sex drive than average)]

[Skill: Driving Skills Lv3...]

[Racial Stats: (Generating)]

[Attributes: Body 6, Spirit 18, Qi 0]

(Note: Due to your excessively high base attributes, your frail body cannot withstand your excessive consciousness, and the mental attributes of your human form are limited by your physical constitution.)

Ji Chen, who had settled into his stance, checked the panel and was drawn to the race stats section of the new panel.

"Is this the effect of those special microorganisms? Racial stats?"

Humans, racial stats—Ji Chen had no idea how these two things were connected.

Soon, Ji Chen, who was in accelerated cultivation mode, felt that the last bit of nutrients in his stomach had been completely consumed.

He still cultivates the Cloud Dragon Scripture. Firstly, the martial arts of qi and blood are equally applicable in this world. Secondly, the Cloud Dragon Scripture has strong universality, and even a useless person can get started, making it very suitable for a human body with weak aptitude at the beginning.

After taking a hot shower, Ji Chen picked up his phone, tapped the screen twice, and dialed the hotel room service directly.

"Please prepare my meals fresh: two servings of slow-cooked beef short ribs, one Cantonese roast meat platter, one black truffle roast chicken, and one serving of braised beef brisket with mushrooms. All the meats should be packed in individual serving boxes, along with four servings of lemongrass rice and two vegetable salads."

"Once it's ready, deliver it directly to the door of apartment 504. No need to knock, just leave it at the door, I'll pick it up myself."

When the order is hung up, a confirmation message pops up on the screen saying "Kitchen Order Accepted," along with the estimated delivery time.

The hotel's kitchen operates 24/7, and as a long-time VIP member, the original owner had consumed plenty of "food supplements" after exercising.

The moment Ji Chen put down his phone, his eyes flickered.

Tech elites, mobile phones.

After taking another look at the suite, which was over 100 square meters, Ji Chen roughly understood how others were staring at him.

What era are we living in? Not only is real-person surveillance troublesome, but it also easily arouses suspicion and vigilance from others. There's nothing as convenient as a mobile phone, a technological invention that can be carried around and is instinctively readily available.

For those tech elites who wield global power and control their nations, leaving backdoors on their phones is incredibly easy.

Snapped!

The instant the lights and DVD player dispelled the darkness, Ji Chen's gaze swept across the entire room like a cold hawk.

An incongruous object in a corner of the house caught his eye.

Small spider, black, intricate.