Chapter 1: The Miserable Otaku

  Qin Tian woke up one morning to find that the world had changed.

  At the very least, his bed had changed. His previous bed was a second-hand Simmons that he had slept on for seven years, although it was a bit worn out, but still very comfortable to sleep on, soft and elastic. Occasionally, when he called a girl over to exercise, it would even make a 'creaking' sound to accompany them. But now, he felt cold and hard at the bottom of his back, lying on it extremely uncomfortable.

  What he couldn't understand was that the air here was really unbearable, it stank like sleeping in a pigsty. He admitted his own doghouse had an unusual smell too, but it was much better than this place.

  As he prepared to climb up and see where he was sleeping, he found that his body ached all over, and he cried out in pain for half a moment, "Damn it, what's wrong with me?"

  Suddenly, he found something that made him feel strange - there were clothes on his body. To think that he had always been ***, and now looking at the color and quality of the clothes felt very bizarre, "How come it's like ancient costume?"

  "What's going on? No reason at all."

  Just as he was lying in bed thinking, a humming noise came from next door, "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm..."

  "What the f*** is that noise?"

  "What sound does a pig make?"

  "Is my neighbor next door a pig?"

  "I've lived here for so many years and still don't know that my neighbor is a pig..."

  "Pig? Isn't she the meat-selling girl who often stays out late and comes back early......?"

  Qin Tian was as if struck by lightning, lying motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the tile roof above, with a few strands of soft sunlight shining through the gaps between the tiles onto his face, and in that moment he was stunned.

  Something happened that he would never believe even if you beat him to death.

  He is a seasoned otaku, indulging in games and anime every day. As for the time-traveling plot, he doesn't believe it at all, thinking it's just a book's gimmick. If it were really possible to travel through time, he would be the first to try, because that's the only way to change his life.

  He hated his current life, but was unwilling to face reality. He made a living by substitute practicing every day. Just last night, while substitute practicing, he encountered a wild BOSS outside. At the time, he felt very strange. For this game, he was extremely familiar with it. In the wild, you wouldn't normally grind for BOSSes. At that moment, he didn't think of starting to fight immediately.

  Something deadly happened, BOSS suddenly spoke up and said "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I have something to say..."

  "Got something to say? Say it to your sister, or else where did your father's equipment come from?"

  At that time, he didn't feel anything was wrong, so he didn't hold back and beat the boss to death mercilessly. The boss had no way to defend himself and soon bled out.

  "Go die."

  "You will regret it." The BOSS gave Qin Tian a resentful glance, and that gaze made him feel a chill run down his spine.

  The BOSS didn't explode, not even leaving behind a single experience point. Qin Tian was extremely disappointed and was about to leave when the BOSS's disappearing corpse left behind a mysterious scroll with ancient patterns carved on it, resembling a seal.

  Qin Tian didn't care about that at all, and immediately opened the scroll. The computer screen lit up brightly, and then he lost consciousness...

  Qin Tian struggled to sit up, looking at the simple room, except for a broken old table, there was only a dark green corner where a foul smell was emanating from, undoubtedly it was a mixture of pig urine and feces. Suddenly, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn, is this a place for humans to live?"

  The words had just fallen when a "clang" was heard from next door, "Young master, you're awake?"

  The voice was loud and clear, with an unbelievable excitement.

  "Woke up."

  "Master? What the hell is a master? Can a master live in a place like this?"

  For no reason at all, he crossed over and for no reason at all became a certain young master of waste. Qin Tian's mood was particularly bad at this time. What was wrong?

  He had a poor family background, poor health, and poor attendants. What made him feel the worst was that this guy's brain wasn't good either. He muddled through fifteen years without achieving anything, couldn't even get a wife, isn't this a problem with his brain?

  "Bang, bang, bang......" Heavy footsteps came from next door.

  Fatty is here.

  Qin Tian frowned slightly, and upon hearing the footsteps, he knew who it was - his loyal attendant of ten years, a 250-pound fat man named Meng Lei.

  All these years, I don't know who's serving whom, I'm getting thinner and thinner, but he's getting fatter and fatter.

  However, this fatty still has a bit of conscience. When he was abandoned by his family, the fatty could have not followed him, but he still actively asked to follow him, which made Qin Tian feel a little moved.

  "Master, you've finally woken up, you scared me to death."

  In this lingering image of the body, although there is a fat man, he can't help but be secretly shocked by the fat man's sturdy physique, and can't help but wonder what he eats to grow up. The visual impact brought by his two-meter height, sturdy limbs, and an aura of majesty is too strong.

  Physique is tall and majestic, physique is strong and vigorous, but actual strength is only a martial artist third stage, except for having some physical strength, nothing else, the cultivation of a martial artist third stage in this world is like a waste, of course he is much better than Qin Tian.

  Qin Tian's current cultivation in this body is only at the first stage of martial arts, not even comparable to a seven-year-old child.

  No wonder it's so miserable, being bullied like this. The weak are bullied, and all they can do is be bullied. Who told you to be weak?

  "Oh God, why did I have to possess this piece of trash? It's better off going back to being a shut-in." Qin Tian silently lamented.

  Without a father, without a mother, without a master, without a backer, the Qin family having raised him for fifteen years is already extremely kind and generous. Now he's just barely scraping by as a small miscellaneous servant in the Furuong Wine House.

  It was like this, being bullied every day, covered in wounds. Just the day before yesterday, Qin Jia's 'Little Overlord' Qin Kun severely beat him up because his desk wasn't wiped clean, only stopping when he fainted. This also created an opportunity for Qin Tian to cross over.

  Monrei stood beside the bed and saw that he didn't say a word, like an idiot, stunned there, muttering "won't be stupid, will you?"

  "You're the foolish one."

  Qin Tian's mood had reached an all-time low, complaining that heaven was already useless, and he still had to face reality. How could his frail body survive in a world where the strong were revered?

  This is indeed a very annoying problem, but it has to be faced.

  From the memories of the brain, it is known that the owner of this body is called Qin Tian, a member of the third family of Qinghe City, the Qin family. Due to the loss of both parents at a young age, he was not valued in the family. At the age of ten, he contracted a strange illness, which damaged his dantian and made it impossible for him to condense his qi. He was then forgotten by his family until last month when he was driven out of the house.

  A life of hardships has made him weak and timid, leading to being bullied without ever fighting back, slapped on the left cheek and still offering the right one.

  But Qin Tian couldn't help but admire his perseverance, with a damaged dantian, practicing was equivalent to a death sentence, and he would never be able to practice qigong for the rest of his life. Yet, for five years, he had never stopped, every night, alone, he would go into the back mountain to bitterly practice, but no matter how hard he tried, his cultivation could never break through the second stage of martial arts.

  His miserable life has ended, Qin Tian's is just beginning, how can he become stronger or make a little more money?

  Wu Xiu has no chance of success, Qin Tian doesn't quite understand what it means for the dantian to be damaged, but he remembers that after five years of practicing day and night without rest, he still hasn't made any progress, so he knows that his practice will never amount to anything.

  "Heavens, I'm a transmigrator too, can't you give me some benefits?"

  After racking his brains for a moment, Qin Tian still couldn't find a shortcut to wealth and success. He was just an otaku, what did he know about business or making money? It was all Greek to him.

  If there were online games here, he would probably be able to live a good life soon.

  Qin Tian has a special talent for games, killing monsters, leveling up, doing quests, and brushing instances is simply genius, even some professional players can't compare to him.

  But this world doesn't even know what a computer is, let alone online games.

  "Hey, awake?"

  Zhang Dafu, the owner of Furong Wine House, stepped into the room and saw Qin Tian sitting on the edge of the bed with a slight look of shock. He thought to himself: "He's still alive after being beaten like that, this bastard is really tough."

  "Hmm!" Qin Tian raised his head and glanced at Zhang Dafu, responding with a grunt.

  "Wake up and sit here? Wake up and still don't hurry up to work for your old man? Still have the face to say wake up."

  Zhang Dafu suddenly let out a loud roar towards Qin Tian, spitting saliva all over his face.

  Zhang Dafu is an outer disciple of the Qin family. Because his cultivation cannot be improved, he finally manages the Qin family's business and operates the Furuong Wine House.

  Qin Tian looked at Zhang Dafu and thought it was unbelievable. How could such a loud voice not burst his throat?

  "Shopkeeper, my young master has just woken up and his body is not yet fully recovered. Whatever it is, I can handle it myself." Meng Lei said with a thick accent, looking at Zhang Da Fu who showed a hint of fear.

  Zhang Dafu looked at Qin Tian with disdain and said coldly, "Still calling yourself young master? How did the Qin family produce a useless thing like you? If I were to say it, it would be better to throw you into the Kunlun Mountains to feed the monsters, so as not to lose face for the Qin family everywhere."

  The Kunlun Mountains are one of the top ten most dangerous places on the Tianyuan continent, where the dangers are unparalleled, and monsters run amok. Ordinary people do not dare to approach, even the most skilled masters do not dare to venture in recklessly. There is a rumor that deep within the Kunlun Mountains, there exist demonic beasts that can transform into human form, with terrifying strength.

  The mountain range is just eighty miles north of Qinghe City, and the ancestors of the Qin family opened up a small path that can enter the mountain range. This small path has become a must-visit place for countless adventurers, and it was only because of this small path that the Qin family had the strength to develop into the third largest family in Qinghe City.

  The Kunlun Mountains are a land of danger and treasure, where rare herbs and magical creatures can be found. These are the things that martial artists dream of, and as such, countless adventurers have been drawn to this place. However, many enter, but few return, making it almost impossible to come back once you've entered.

  Qin Tianwu, a first-grade cultivator, was thrown into the Kunlun Mountains where there is only one dead end.

  "Boss, you..." Meng Lei's face changed slightly, and he said hastily, over the years, he understood Qin Tian the most, and he was willing to follow him, although it was hard, but he had no complaints.

  "What's wrong with me? You eat my food, wear my clothes, now that I'm better, either get back to work or get out of the Furuong Tavern, the Qin family doesn't raise useless people."

  The two words "waste" were particularly heavy in Zhang Dafu's mouth, and he couldn't stand Qin Tian. Since Qin Tian came to the Furong Wine House, troubles kept arising, and this month's business was much worse. Seeing Qin Tian's weak appearance made him uncontrollably angry.

  "Alright, I'll go get some work done."

  Qin Tian struggled to get up and walked out of the room with his head down.

  "Look at you, a complete waste of space, what a total embarrassment. I really don't know what the point of your existence is."

  Zhang Dafu spat out a thick wad of phlegm and said coldly.

  Monroe's fists were clenched beside him, his teeth gritted with a cracking sound, and his anger was soaring...