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"Lin Feng, you fucking dare to come here again?"

Wang Jianguo, the director of the Academic Affairs Office, slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, making a loud clattering sound as his teacup rattled.

Lin Feng stood at the door, his hands clasped tightly together.

He stared at that oily face, seething with anger.

"Where is my subsidy?"

"What subsidy? There isn't one!"

Wang Jianguo put his legs up on the table, glanced at him sideways, and said, "There are plenty of people who get into martial arts undergraduate programs, why should it be given to you?"

On what grounds?

Lin Feng's mind went blank.

Three days ago, he found out about his admission notice to Martial Arts University.

There are only a little over a thousand undergraduate places available for 300,000 test takers across the province.

He was one of them.

That night, my younger sister, Lin Xiaoyu, cried all night long while holding the admission notice.

It wasn't sadness, it was excitement.

The brother and sister's hard times are finally over.

Since his parents died in a car accident, the family has been supported by him doing odd jobs at the martial arts school.

Sixteen-year-old Xiaoyu is still in high school. Tuition, living expenses, and rent are like a knife cutting into her flesh every month.

But the martial arts undergraduate program is different.

Once you graduate, your future is bright, and a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan is just the beginning.

In order to cultivate martial arts talents, the country has set up a subsidy of 200,000 yuan for impoverished students, a huge sum of money that is enough for him to survive until graduation and change his destiny.

"I've already submitted my application materials," Lin Feng said, barely suppressing his anger. "The system shows it's been approved."

"Approved?" Wang Jianguo sneered, pulling a document from his drawer. "Take a look, this year's quota was decided long ago."

Lin Feng took the document and glanced at the names.

Li Haoran – the son of the president of the city's martial arts association.

Zhang Mingxuan – the nephew of the director of the Education Bureau.

......

Each name is followed by the label "family in financial difficulty".

But Lin Feng knows Li Haoran.

That kid drives a luxury car to school, and the psionic watch on his wrist is worth 500,000.

"These people..." Looking at the list on the table, Lin Feng's hands began to tremble with anger.

"What? You have a problem with that?" Wang Jianguo leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and said, "Kid, society isn't as simple as you think. You think you're something special just because you got into a martial arts undergraduate program? Without money, you can't even register."

In the swirling smoke, that face appeared particularly distorted.

Lin Feng's mind flashed back to his sister's hopeful and dreamy face from last night.

He knew better than anyone that a martial arts degree was the only way out for this family and his sister's only hope.

"That spot is mine." Lin Feng said each word clearly, his voice filled with unwavering determination.

"Yours?" Wang Jianguo flicked his cigarette ash. "So what? What can you do to me?"

"Let me tell you the truth, you didn't even submit your application form. So what if you meet the requirements? I can confiscate it with just a word!"

After saying that, he pointed the finger holding the cigarette at Lin Feng's nose.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Then Lin Feng made a move.

He strode to the desk, grabbed Wang Jianguo by the collar with his right hand, and punched him directly in the face with his left fist.

"ah!!!"

Enough is enough!

Lin Feng's strength wasn't particularly high; he was only at the level of a martial arts apprentice. However, he could easily defeat a director who had connections.

Wang Jianguo screamed and fell to the ground, blood gushing from his nose.

"Are you crazy?"

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but overturned the desk, scattering documents, teacups, and ashtrays all over the floor.

He bent down, grabbed Wang Jianguo by the collar again, and delivered another heavy punch.

My sister is only eighteen!

boom!

"On the day her parents were buried, she didn't even dare to cry loudly!"

boom!

"You parasite who embezzles public funds for your own enrichment, how dare you talk to me about society?!"

boom!

One punch after another!

Is the hope that has just been ignited in the family about to be extinguished by this fat pig in front of them?

Lin Feng, absolutely not!

With the final punch, Wang Jianguo's eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

Lin Feng released his grip, his chest heaving violently.

My knuckles are throbbing, and there's blood mixed in with them; I can't tell whose it is.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Lin Feng turned and walked out of the Academic Affairs Office, where the corridor was crowded with people.

The gazes held fear, schadenfreude, and sympathy, but no one dared to stop him.

At the very least, all graduates of martial arts high schools are at the level of martial arts apprentices.

Ordinary people are nothing but paper in their eyes.

Lin Feng walked out of the school gate, the sunlight stinging his eyes.

My phone vibrated.

It was a message from Xiaoyu: "Brother, how's the subsidy situation going?"

Lin Feng stared at the screen, his fingers typing and deleting repeatedly, but he didn't reply for a long time.

He really didn't know how to reply to his sister.

Two hundred thousand.

The tuition fee for Martial Arts University is 50,000 yen per year, which is 200,000 yen for four years.

Without the subsidy, he wouldn't have been able to survive even the first year.

Should we really give up?

No.

Lin Feng turned on his phone, and an announcement popped up on the screen:

[Urgent Recruitment: Guards of the Northern Frontier, two-year service, stipend of 20, full tuition waiver for martial arts undergraduates. Eligibility: 18 years or older...]

north.

That was the most dangerous place in the entire Dragon Kingdom.

Fifty years ago, spiritual energy revived, and spatial rifts tore open at the border, allowing countless strange beasts to pour in.

Ten guards went in, six came out lying on their sides, and the remaining four were missing arms or legs.

Less than 10% of those who serve a two-year term can return fully recovered.

But Lin Feng had no choice.

His finger hovered over the screen, hesitating for less than three seconds.

Then, I pressed the sign-up button.

Just as I was submitting, a blue light flashed before my eyes.

[Host's will to survive has been detected. System activation in progress...]

[Martial Arts System Successfully Bound]

【Spirit: 10】

[Level: Martial Apprentice, Fifth Stage (35/50)]

[Technique: Basic Body Strengthening Technique (1/10)]

[Martial Arts Skills: None]

[Talent: None]

[Tip: Defeating exotic beasts will earn you Martial Arts Points, which can be freely allocated.]

Lin Feng was stunned.

This is... a cheat code?

Lin Feng blinked; the panel was still there.

He tried to concentrate, and the data immediately magnified, becoming as clear as if it were etched onto his retina.

"Holy crap!" Lin Feng muttered under his breath, "This is happening in the atmosphere."

He just signed the contract to sell himself into servitude, and the system appeared?

No, this isn't a contract of servitude, it's an upgrade path!

Lin Feng's heart began to race.

With the system, what is there to fear about the Northern Territory? What is a hell with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death for others is a paradise for him to grind monsters and level up!

He will not only receive subsidies, but he will also become stronger at an unprecedented speed!

He's so powerful that no one can ever trample him underfoot again!

Lin Feng's gaze hardened. A confirmation message popped up on his phone screen: [Please report to the Seventh Defense Line in the Northern Territory tomorrow. Failure to do so will be considered a forfeit.]

He put away his phone and turned to walk home.

An alarm sounded in the distance; the crack was pulsating again.

The world has changed; the weak are crushed, and only the strong survive.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, must become stronger.

Not for any other reason than for his younger sister who was still waiting for him to come home for dinner.

......

When I got home, Xiaoyu was cooking in the kitchen.

Hearing the door open, she peeked out with a smile: "Brother, did the subsidy get approved?"

Lin Feng looked at her, his throat tightening.

"It's approved." He forced a smile. "But I need to go to the border."

The spatula in Xiaoyu's hand fell to the ground.

"The North? Brother, are you crazy? People die there!"

"Don't worry, who's your brother?" Lin Feng walked over and ruffled her hair like he used to when they were kids. "Once I come back, we'll never have to worry about money again. You stay home and study hard, and get into a better university than me."

Xiaoyu's tears instantly burst forth.

She suddenly threw herself into Lin Feng's arms, her thin body trembling violently.

"I don't want money, I don't want to go to university, I just want you to live."

After her parents passed away, her brother became her only family and her whole world.

Lin Feng hugged her tightly, unable to say a word.

In my mind, that cold system panel was silently floating.

[Host detected is about to travel to a high-risk area: Northern Frontier]

[Reminder: You will receive Martial Arts Points for each beast you defeat.]

Lin Feng slowly closed his eyes.

He absolutely had to go to the North.