High-level martial arts: I can choose Hextech equips.

New Hai City, Haohui Residential Area.

A light drizzle flowed over the rusty wrought iron gate, splashing water into pits on the granite steps.

At this moment, a large crowd had gathered at the entrance of the residential area, making noise and pointing.

Lin Shuxuan didn't want to join the crowd, but the entrance was completely blocked, making it impossible for him to go home.

He looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with a thin face; his starched shirt, washed until it was white, was soaked through, revealing his slender ribs.

The rain was quite heavy, and the wind carried a damp chill down my thin clothes.

Lin Shuxuan found a tall, thin man who was watching the commotion and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey bro, what are you all doing gathered around here?"

The tall, thin man turned his head, a hint of regret on his face:

"There was a family of three in Unit 6, and they all died last night."

Someone's dead...? Lin Shuxuan's heart tightened, and he tiptoed to peek inside.

Yellow police tape separated the three bodies wrapped in white sheets from the crowd. Security guards in gray uniforms would occasionally lift the sheets, examining the bodies and making notes in their notebooks.

"What happened?"

Lin Shuxuan frowned slightly.

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man lowered his voice mysteriously:

"They were scared to death after watching 'The Ring'."

"what?"

Lin Shuxuan was puzzled.

The man explained:

"Regarding that recent urban legend that's been circulating, people who have seen this horror movie will receive a mysterious phone call at midnight, and they must answer it on the seventh ring."

"A word earlier or later is not acceptable! Otherwise..."

"A terrifying woman will crawl out of the TV!"

The tall, thin man confidently added:

"I saw that family's child bring home the DVD of 'The Ring' yesterday, and sure enough, something bad happened today."

"And my wife's best friend, her boyfriend couldn't get through to her on the phone after watching this video, and when he found her the next day, she was dead."

Lin Shuxuan's face twitched; he knew the urban legend the tall, thin man had mentioned.

Because he wrote this rumor.

I wrote a horror story imitating a famous thriller movie from my past life and posted it online hoping to attract attention, but I didn't expect that some people would take it seriously.

A strong, resonant voice interrupted their conversation; the security guard surveying the scene had a stern expression.

He addressed the crowd and said in a loud voice:

"Preliminary investigation indicates that the accident was caused by poisoning due to the gas not being turned off."

He scanned the crowd, finally looking at where Lin Shuxuan was.

"We have the right to arrest and investigate those who spread rumors and cause trouble. Please be mindful of your words and actions."

Clearly, even though the tall, thin man deliberately lowered his voice, and with the sound of rain covering it, their conversation still reached the ears of the security guard without missing a single word.

Drip—drip—

As the ambulance carried the body away, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

But Lin Shuxuan remained where he was, filled with doubt.

As the security officer lifted the mortuary sheet to examine the body, he caught a glimpse of the victim's expression.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, and the muscles in his neck bulged out, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

The manner of death did not match the so-called "gas poisoning" at all.

Lin Shuxuan didn't believe that the urban legends he wrote had come true, but the security guard was clearly hiding something as well.

He walked toward the security guard who was about to leave.

The man was about twenty-five years old, with a buzz cut and a neatly pressed gray uniform; he held his head high, his eyes slanted to the side, and his expression carried a hint of self-importance.

He didn't use an umbrella, but he was completely dry. Raindrops falling on his head automatically slid to one side. Lin Shuxuan was quite knowledgeable and knew that this was one of the characteristics of someone who had entered the inner sanctum of martial arts.

A body without blemish.

This world is different from the previous one; there exists a cultivation method called martial arts, and moving mountains and overturning seas is not a myth.

This short-haired security guard was young, but he had already achieved some success in martial arts; being a security officer was a recognized respectable job, without having to fight on the front lines, stable and well-paid, so he certainly had reason to be proud.

"Sir, I have a question about this matter..."

Lin Shuxuan was, after all, a resident of the neighborhood.

The public security bureau has an obligation to explain the details of such a serious incident that occurred in the community.

But the short-haired security guard didn't even glance at him and walked away on his own.

"..."

Knowing that he was indeed of little influence and would not be able to get any useful information, Lin Shuxuan did not intend to persist. He picked up his coat and used it as an umbrella as he walked home.

The windows of the surrounding residential buildings reflected the hazy, dark clouds, and rainwater flowed down the roof tiles and eaves.

The clattering and clanging of stir-fried vegetables filled the air, and the enticing aroma of meat wafted through the rain.

Without martial arts, this place would be exactly the same as my previous life.

Whether it was time travel or breaking through the mystery of the womb, in the previous life I had only stayed up a few nights revising plans, and in a moment of dizziness I was born into a second life.

This is his third year in this world since he awakened his past life memories on his fifteenth birthday.

The world of high-level martial arts may sound tempting, but you'll only truly understand the terror of actually transmigrating there.

It's like riding a bicycle through the Universiade; one wrong move and you'll be run over.

Lin Shuxuan pinched the bridge of his nose.

Under federal rule, incidents of superhumans committing crimes in the streets have been rare for a long time, but cases of gas poisoning still occur occasionally.

The police department is certainly reliable, but it's unrealistic to place all your hopes on them.

After all, that family of three died last night, and his house was only a few dozen meters away from the crime scene.

To protect oneself, one still needs strength... Lin Shuxuan's thoughts stirred slightly, and a card appeared before him.

[Opening]: You will be unable to improve your skills for the next three years, but will then gain twenty years of martial arts cultivation.

He awakened his past life memories on his 15th birthday, which brought with it the ability to choose his talents. Perhaps he had reached the highest rank in Teamfight Tactics in his past life, and his cheat ability is related to this.

Aside from "Open for Business," there were two other options at the time.

[Survivor]: After the death of three relatives and friends, he gained seventy years of martial arts cultivation.

[War Treasure I]: There is a small chance to plunder some cultivation points when killing enemy units.

In some mysterious way, Lin Shuxuan knew how to use Hextech.

When he breaks through the bottleneck in martial arts, he can choose to amplify again; and the existing amplification will continue to be effective.

In the long run, War Treasure I is the best choice, but how to snowball in the early stages is a problem.

[Survivor] The rewards are ridiculously high, but you don't know when your friends or family will die, so the risk is relatively high.

After careful consideration, he still chose to "open up the market," as the returns were high while the risks were low. The only downside was that he couldn't cultivate for three years, which wasn't a big deal.

And now, there is still a month until his eighteenth birthday.

Twenty years of martial arts cultivation... Lin Shuxuan clenched his fist.

Most students in the Federation begin practicing martial arts at the age of fifteen. The arrogant, short-haired security guard had only been practicing for a total of ten years.

Once he gets the reward for "Opening Up," he'll probably be able to kill his opponent with a single punch.

But to fully realize the benefits of Hextech, there's one more thing he needs to do.