Chapter 6: The Freakish Failure

  Transtor: Krukist

  A series of questions flooded Lin Yu’s mind as he watched the dimming s of the puter in his Sea of sciousness, its light flickering as if it might vanish at any moment. For now, he pushed aside the questions of cause and effed focused on expl the antivirus software.

  If the software could eliminate viruses—essentially “detoxify”—it must have other funs. Ba Earth, antivirus software wasn’t limited to just killing viruses. As it evolved, it included toolkits for diagnosing system security and iy, features like repairs and vulnerability fixes.

  With this in mind, Lin Yu quickly navigated the antivirus interface, relying on his memories from his past life. Sure enough, the software mirrored what he remembered. It had all the funs: System Emergency Kit, System Security Patches, System Risk Predi, and more…

  Ding!

  Just as Lin Yu was busy expl these features, a light, melodious chime echoed in his Sea of sciousness. The antivirus software automatically popped up a dialog box:

  [Detected Host: Lin Yu]

  [Host Attribute: Human of the ti]

  [Host Status: genital Blockage of the Seven Meridians a Vessels. Blockage is divided into three levels: Mild, Moderate, and Severe. Host’s blockage is cssified as Extremely Severe.]

  Lin Yu broke into a cold sweat. After spending over half a year on this ti, he was well aware of the basic requirements for cultivation. The inal owner of this body had alretended not to care, but deep down, he desperately wao bee a cultivator. Even if he couldn’t bee a Are Martialist, he would have settled for being a True Martialist. Failing that, even a Body F expert would have sufficed. But fate had pyed a cruel joke on him—his physical stitution was so poor that he couldn’t even achieve the most basic level of Body F.

  Even the most ordinary Body F required some innate physical talent. No matter how strong one’s willpower was, a naturally weak body couldn’t ehe rigors of Body F.

  Body F was somewhat simir to fitraining oh, but without mym equipment, it relied ohods like lifting stone locks and mountain climbing. For someone like Lin Yu, who grew breathless after a short walk, attempting Body F would be suicidal.

  In normal humans, the Seven Meridians a Vessels were unobstructed, serving as the foundation for cultivation. These meridians were also graded, and while some people had blockages, they typically fell into one of three levels: Mild, Moderate, or Severe. Lin Yu, however, had broken the scale entirely, nding in a category of his owremely Severe.

  In fact, he robably the only person iire Heavenly Cloud Kingdom with such a dition. Fet Body F—even True Martial or Are Martial cultivation was out of the question. The fact that he had survived this long was nothing short of a miracle, thanks to his father stantly feeding him various Spiritual Medies.

  Ding!

  Just as Lin Yu was wallowing in despair, the chime sounded again, and the text in the dialog box ged:

  [Detected Host: Lin Yu]

  [Host Attribute: Human of the ti]

  [Host Status: genital Blockage of the Seven Meridians a Vessels. Blockage is now divided into four levels: Mild, Moderate, Severe, aremely Severe. Host’s blockage is cssified as Freakishly Severe.]

  Lin Yu was stunned. What did this mean? inally, there were three levels, and he had broken the scale to bee the fourth—Extremely Severe. Now, there were four levels, and he had somehow surpassed even that to bee the fifth—Freakishly Severe.

  What was this trying to say? That his talent wasn’t just bad—it was catastrophically, unpretedly terrible? So bad that it defied the natural order of the Heavenly Sun ti?

  His heart ached, and he felt utterly crushed.

  But just as Lin Yu was sinking into despair and questioning the meaning of his transmigrated life, a new button appeared at the bottom of the dialog box: [Repair?]

  Below it, a tdown timer appeared, just like when he had detoxified the Blue Bamboo Cat. Thirty seds.

  Lin Yu didn’t need a single sed to think. He immediately clicked the repair button. The heavens had given him this golden fio escape his fate as a failure, and he wasn’t about to let it slip away.

  [Repair in progress…]

  Seeing these words, Lin Yu nearly shouted iement.

  But then, the already dim puter s suddenly went pletely bbsp;

  Crashed?

  “I…”

  Lin Yu wao curse. The most terrifying thing in the world wasn’t despair—it was seeing a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair, only to have it snatched away. Just as he thought his future was bright, the light vanished, leaving him ba the abyss.

  Lin Yu opened his eyes a out a long breath. Though frustrated, he quickly calmed down. In his past life oh, he had been a “salty fish”—someone tent with mediocrity, her disced nor overly ambitious.

  If the puter in his Sea of sciousness could appear, activate, and even successfully “detoxify” the Blue Bamboo Cat, it meant there was some energy sour the Heavenly Sun tihat could power it.

  All he had to do was find that energy source, and he could use it again.

  Bcky y by the window, asleep. The rge piece of beef jerky beside him remained untouched.

  Bcky had always loved beef jerky. Lin Yu did too. As kids, they’d often fought over it. But now, Bcky couldn’t eve it.

  Wheh approached, appetite faded—whether for humans s.

  Lin Yu looked at the dozing Bcky, his heart heavy. For now, he set aside thoughts of finding the energy source to activate the puter. He got out of bed aly stroked Bcky’s head.

  Bcky immediately opened his eyes and licked Lin Yu’s hand.

  It was already evening. Lin Yu haden sinoon, and his stomach growled. He headed to the kit to prepare a meal. The ingredients in the Heavenly Sun ti were simir to those oh, but the cookihods were entirely different. None of Earth’s ary traditioed here—at least, not in Heavenly Cloud City, as far as Lin Yu knew.

  With memories from two lifetimes, Lin Yu was ner to the kit. The inal owner had been a det cook, skilled at making homely dishes. Over the past six months, Lin Yu had tried to adapt to this world’s cuisine, rarely cookih-style meals.

  But tonight, as he looked at Bcky’s aging form, aruck him. He caught one of the small meat chis raised in the yard and prepared a feast: Kung Pao Chi, Spicy Diced Chi, Chi Stewed with Mushrooms…

  All made in the Earth style.

  Soon, the aroma of the dishes filled the kit. Bcky, who had been listless, suddenly perked up, his old eyes gleaming with hunger. He even licked his lips, drool dripping from the er of his mouth.

  “Huh? What’s that amazing smell?”

  A young girl’s voice drifted in from outside the courtyard wall…

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