Chapter 3

Wang Zheng didn’t argue back. He really hadn’t met a bookstore owner as knowledgeable as Old Jia. This level of expertise could almost pass for a university professor, even if it was just to fool people.

"Kid, life is about luck. Even something as nearly impossible as crossing parallel dimensions depends on luck. When luck comes, it’s a hundred percent. The breathing method passed down in your family is actually an ancient treasure of humanity. Twenty-eight, hehe, in this world, it’s a waste, but in another world, it might be a genius!"

"Old Jia, can you be a bit more tactful? You really don’t know how to comfort people."

This old man was a classic example of deriving joy from others' pain.

"Hehe, just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist!"

Old Jia said mysteriously at this moment.

"… Old Jia, are you running a fever?" Wang Zheng felt that Old Jia was a bit strange today, but he wasn’t the only one. These past few days, Wang Zheng had been having a string of bad luck.

"Damn, I drank too much and feel a bit dizzy. I’m going to close the store and rest. You can scram!"

Old Jia waved his hand and said.

Wang Zheng chuckled, grabbed the gift, and ran out in a flash. Watching Wang Zheng’s back, Old Jia smiled slightly.

"Twenty-eight, huh? How can the people of this world understand true genius? One day, you will make this world tremble!"

Wang Zheng returned home and, as usual, first performed the Eight-Section Breathing Method. Otherwise, his mood wouldn’t have calmed down. It was a lie to say it didn’t hurt, and Wang Zheng felt it was quite miraculous that he wasn’t depressed.

Could he really go into academia? Just thinking about sitting in an office all day writing and drawing made Wang Zheng feel dizzy. He really had no interest in that, even though he believed scientists were the greatest group of people.

His gaze fell on the gift Old Jia had given him.

Wang Zheng leaped up and picked up the gift. It wasn’t big but was quite heavy.

Tearing off the newspaper, the box revealed itself, and Wang Zheng was a bit surprised. The silver box was actually made of metal, looking quite high-end, which didn’t quite fit Old Jia. Wang Zheng was a bit excited.

Opening the box, inside was a black iron block, somewhat resembling the shape of a Rubik’s cube, but what was it?

Flipping through, there wasn’t even a manual in the box. Wang Zheng stared at the iron block, tapped it, and it was solid.

Biting it, it was quite hard, almost chipping his tooth.

What was this thing for? A hidden weapon?

If it hit someone’s head, it could probably knock them out.

Could it be made of gold inside? The little money lover immediately rolled up his sleeves and started rubbing it vigorously, just in case the black layer was covering a golden interior.

Wang Zheng laughed at himself. This was his first adult gift, and even if it was a piece of scrap iron, he was grateful to Old Jia.

Suddenly, a sharp pain. The iron block felt smooth but suddenly scratched his skin and started to suck his blood like a leech!

He suddenly flung it, but it didn’t fly away. A burst of golden light shot out, and Wang Zheng felt like he was hit by a maglev train.

What the hell… Even if it was a tragedy, there should be some buildup!

This was Wang Zheng’s last thought.

Drip, drip, drip…

It seemed like the sound of water droplets. Wang Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and everything around him was dark. Where was this place? His forehead hurt, but his body seemed intact.

Feeling the ground below, it was cold and smooth, and everything around was pitch black.

"Is anyone there? Can you turn on the lights?"

Wang Zheng asked cautiously. He had never experienced so many strange things in his life.

Bang~~~

Instantly, a bright white light filled his vision, almost blinding him.

After a while, his vision recovered, and Wang Zheng was almost scared out of his wits by what he saw.

In front of him, almost nose to nose, stood a red… thing!

A skeleton!

A skeleton!

The space echoed with a loud roar, almost making Wang Zheng faint.

After roaring for a while and realizing no one was responding, the man felt a bit embarrassed.

He was in a closed room with white square walls, and in front of him stood a robot-like thing, but it was designed to look like a skeleton. What a terrible aesthetic!

"What the hell is this place? Anyone alive, make a sound!"

Wang Zheng shouted. The events of the day were more bizarre than the previous fifteen years combined. How did he end up in this strange room?

"Genetic testing begins!" The skeleton robot suddenly extended its hand, and a red light enveloped Wang Zheng.

Fortunately, it didn’t hurt, just a bit itchy.

Soon, a string of information appeared before Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng, male, complete original genes, fifteen years and ten months old, genetic evaluation score—18!

This number was the most prominent.

Wang Zheng wanted to curse. Damn, this is too much. Twenty-eight was already embarrassing, and now it’s dropped by ten points. If this continues, he’ll be as good as a pig.

This must be a nightmare!

The skeleton robot suddenly saluted, "Congratulations, Wang Zheng, you have passed the evaluation. Your score is genius, with the potential of a war god, and a 100% execution rate. Do you want to activate the Super Warrior Program?"

Wang Zheng blushed, "Cough, don’t mock me. No matter how poor my talent, it’s from my parents, and I’m grateful to them!"

"There is no error in this test. Do you want to activate the Super Warrior Program?"

The robot said with precision.

After a brief communication, Wang Zheng quickly understood. This was some kind of super warrior system from the Lante Empire, designed to select and train excellent talents. The Rubik’s cube was a special training space where time almost stopped. This was the Lante Empire’s ultimate weapon for conquering the universe. However, the Galactic Alliance had no such Lante Empire, and there was no technology for time stopping. It was all a fairy tale.

"Hey, who’s playing a prank? Let me out, or I’ll sue you until you’re bankrupt!"

Wang Zheng decided to be serious. Three seconds later, he believed it.

The skeleton robot delivered a very satisfying electric shock. Sometimes, brute force is the most convincing.

Looking at the skeleton robot’s oppressive gaze and the lightning-flashing hand cannon, Wang Zheng chose the Super Warrior Program without hesitation. It’s wise to know when to yield, and that was part of his family’s teachings.

"Super Warrior Program Stage One activated, matching cultivation method!"

Two silver light balls appeared in the space, sweeping over Wang Zheng repeatedly. This time, it hurt a bit, and Wang Zheng stared curiously. Everything was truly surreal. What was Old Jia up to?

"Return to One Technique"

Three ancient Chinese characters appeared in the space, which were rarely seen nowadays.

"Congratulations, you have matched the Return to One Technique. All methods return to one. In the Lante Empire’s 100,000-year history, only three people have matched this cultivation method. The first stage cultivation task is to reach the first level of the Return to One Technique—32 segments of cultivation!"

Thirty-two light points appeared on the skeleton robot, and Wang Zheng finally understood why it had this form. Nothing could be clearer than this.

In another parallel space, human development took a different path. Technology existed, but the focus was on developing inner strength. The genetic evaluation was similar, but the direction and results were completely opposite.

In simple terms, one focused on physical assistance with technology as the mainstay, while the other focused on the body with technology as an auxiliary. Wang Zheng felt the latter was more terrifying.

The skeleton robot explained in great detail, as if it found this method hard to understand, but Wang Zheng found it very clear. It was similar to the family’s Eight-Section Breathing Method, just more complex. Wang Zheng started practicing the breathing method at the age of three, lured by candy, and never thought it would be useful here.

"Should the Meridian Unblocking Technique be activated?" the skeleton robot asked.

Hearing the term "unblocking," Wang Zheng had a bad feeling, "Cough, can I choose no?"

"No!" The robot’s hands now held a bunch of shiny silver needles, each over thirty centimeters long.

Damn, what is he going to do with that!

"Damn, if I can’t choose, why ask me at all!" Wang Zheng’s patience was wearing thin.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

It was like talking to a wall. Thirty-two silver needles instantly pierced Wang Zheng’s body, making him shiver. But it didn’t feel too bad.

Three seconds later, Wang Zheng’s screams echoed in the space. Each needle was followed by a silver thread, and a strong electric current flowed into his body.

"Unblock the meridians according to the current flow, and guide with your mind!"

Wang Zheng was in a semi-unconscious state but couldn’t fully pass out. Running the cultivation method was out of the question. His body was completely unresponsive, but the Eight-Section Breathing Method he had practiced since childhood began to run automatically, guiding the current. It expanded from eight segments to sixteen, then to thirty-two. Each time a meridian was unblocked, Wang Zheng’s pain decreased. After a long time, his consciousness gradually returned, and he began to focus his mind on the unblocking process.

Finally, when all thirty-two meridians were unblocked and formed a complete cycle, the current disappeared, and he lost consciousness.

When Wang Zheng opened his eyes again, the skeleton robot was still there.

"Congratulations, Soldier Wang Zheng, you have set a new record for awakening, completing the initial cycle in ten days!"

The robot praised him with precision and gave a standard military salute.

Hearing the praise, Wang Zheng didn’t dare to let his guard down. The skeleton robot spoke politely but was extremely brutal.

"Can I leave now!"

"During this period, you need to consolidate your cultivation method and complete the first level. There will also be some targeted warrior basic training."

The robot said, trying to look as gentle as possible, but it was terrifying.

Clearly, the robot didn’t understand the concept of rest and immediately started the training.

Horse stance!

Damn, anyone who squats for a whole day would have the urge to die. He had trained before, with push-ups, long-distance running, and short sprints, but all within normal human limits. The robot seemed to respect him, but once the training started, it was a devil.

On the first day, Wang Zheng couldn’t help but ask, "Can I become a super warrior by squatting like this all the time?"

"Sorry, your question is beyond the scope of my answers."

Wang Zheng gave up. He could feel that it was somewhat beneficial for balance, but was it really necessary?

Once he started, he couldn’t stop. Any deviation in his movements would result in an electric shock.

Worse than squatting for a day was squatting for six months!

Wang Zheng suspected his legs would be deformed. The monotony was maddening, and the only thing that could pass the time was practicing the Return to One Technique. Wang Zheng felt his optimistic spirit was pushed to the limit.

After six months, the robot finally changed his training.

The space was filled with cylindrical pillars. Wang Zheng’s task was to walk on them.

Which one lit up, he had to go to it immediately, as the previous one would disappear. What would happen if it disappeared?

Nothing much, just a fall from about six meters high.

Did it hurt?

It was a living hell. Wang Zheng thought it was a dream, but the pain was real, and the red light from the skeleton robot always healed him.

Human potential is often unleashed in difficult times. To avoid becoming a mental patient, Wang Zheng jumped around like a kangaroo every day, and the 32 segments of the Return to One Technique gradually became more proficient.

After a month, Wang Zheng was very agile and graceful, jumping around the pillars. This was called the Plum Blossom Pile, a pattern of numbers and shapes. Wang Zheng marked them in his mind, making everything simpler.

"Bones, this thing is no longer a challenge. I’m already invincible."

"Yes!" The robot was always straightforward.

Then the pillars were still pillars, but the diameter decreased from twenty centimeters to ten.

The six meters remained the same, but the ground was now covered with nails.

Damn, I have a fear of dense objects!

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