Chapter 1

"Uh——"

The young man woke up from the dimness, with a slight headache.

In front of him.

Was a completely unfamiliar scene.

Where am I?

Oh...

Some memories surfaced.

Lu Ming, sixteen years old, a vocational college student.

This was his current identity.

"I actually transmigrated."

Lu Ming rubbed his head, taking a long time to accept this fact.

It seems I'm dead...

Lu Ming felt a bit dazed.

In his previous life, he was a programmer, working 16 hours a day, facing all kinds of mindless demands, and never expected to die suddenly in front of his computer.

He remembered the last night, feeling very, very tired...

Because the product manager, that idiot, changed the requirements at the last minute, hoping that their smart app's background could change color according to the user's mood...

Happy times would be a joyful red.

Sad times would be a melancholic blue.

Excited times would be a passionate purple.

...

He: ???

If there had been a knife on the table at that time, heh heh.

In his memory.

Finally, he worked until late at night, with a splitting headache, and his biggest dream seemed to be to have a fight with the product manager in the morning.

"Looks like there's no hope."

Lu Ming was very regretful.

He even had a bit of a dark thought, wondering if the product manager would be scared out of his wits when he slapped him early in the morning and found him already dead.

"Heh."

Lu Ming smiled.

This could be considered the end of his life as a programmer.

The matters of his previous life were now over.

Family?

Non-existent.

His parents were in poor health and passed away when he was young.

Girlfriend?

Heh heh.

How could a programmer have a girlfriend? The product manager, on the other hand, was always boasting about his products and showing off his girlfriend...

Ah, damn product manager!

How he wanted to have a fight with him!

If he could transmigrate back, he would definitely give that guy a good beating!

"Wait!"

Lu Ming felt his mindset was wrong.

Clearly, he had transmigrated and gained a new life. If his ultimate goal was to go back and settle scores with the product manager, wasn't that too low-level?

"Phew—"

Lu Ming took a deep breath, finally calming down.

Let the matters of his previous life be gone with the wind. Now, he needed to consider the present.

With this in mind.

Lu Ming began to examine the room.

Five square meters.

Only a narrow single bed.

Lu Ming frowned. The cramped space brought back unpleasant memories; he had lived in a similar shabby place near Renmin University.

"It can't be..."

Lu Ming suddenly had a bad feeling.

Whoosh—

A flood of memories surged.

He realized that the original owner's memories had always been there, like a lifetime film that he could browse at any time.

Lu Ming!

Only sixteen years old!

A vocational college student!

Family conditions were good. His parents were healthy, and he had an older sister. He had received a good education, and his basic conditions were already quite good.

Why did he end up in a technical college?

Oh.

This sister was too amazing!

From the start of school, she swept through everything, taking all the first places. After starting to cultivate, she was even more outstanding, far surpassing everyone.

In their place, almost everyone knew about her.

And little Lu Ming grew up under this halo, always being compared and criticized.

Of course.

These weren't the main points.

The main point was that when Lu Ming thought about this sister, he vaguely sensed some strange emotions from little Lu Ming: envy, inferiority, affection, infatuation, goddess, sister complex...

Wait.

Something seemed off.

Whoosh!

Lu Ming instinctively lifted the bedsheet and found a pile of strange books under it: "Big Sister Loves Me," "My Sister Can't Be This H," "Dominant Sister Kisses Me," "Sister Strategy Guide"...

Lu Ming: ???

But upon closer thought, it seemed normal.

Kids...

Lu Ming consoled himself, then noticed the wads of toilet paper in the wastebasket.

Boys...

Lu Ming thought.

Having a sister who was both beautiful and talented, it was normal for a boy to have all sorts of strange thoughts, especially during adolescence.

Of course.

Little Lu Ming knew this was wrong, so he decisively ran away.

To a relatively distant city.

He knew he might never surpass his sister in combat, so he chose to become a card maker, thinking he might also gain some fame.

To rise to prominence and help his sister.

But...

The result was obvious.

"Card maker?"

Lu Ming was a bit puzzled and began to browse this memory.

In this world, due to the abundant energy in the universe, there were countless cultivation professions, and everyone could cultivate, choosing their favorite cultivation profession.

However, there was no doubt that even among cultivation professions, there were significant differences.

Some people liked the excitement of physical combat, the thrill of fist-to-fist battles.

This was the romance of men.

Some people liked the elegance and grace of controlling spells.

This was the pursuit of mastery.

...

And a card maker was a pretty good auxiliary profession.

Simply put, a card maker encapsulated various abilities, illusions, images, etc., into blank cards, making them into cards for easy use.

Theoretically.

If you were strong enough, you could encapsulate anything!

"Encapsulate anything?"

Lu Ming felt it was quite impressive.

He recalled the relevant memories, hmm...

Card makers had something called an original card. Others would release an ability towards the original card, which would encapsulate the ability. Then, through the card maker's craftsmanship, the ability would be drawn onto the card for easy use.

"This thing..."

Lu Ming pondered for a moment, "Burn a CD?"

Fellow professionals!

At least they were both in the IT industry!

Of course.

Although card makers had no combat power, they were still considered a good auxiliary profession.

However...

How to put it?

After being trained by the vocational college and participating in the college's 'professional training,' little Lu Ming had become a qualified bricklayer.

The only card-making skill he mastered was a one-star energy card.

Because the energy in energy stones was somewhat unstable, with varying values and inconvenient to carry, card makers could encapsulate the energy from energy stones into blank cards, making them into energy cards.

One card per hour, 20 cards a day, 5 yuan profit per card, 100 yuan a day.

High volume, satisfying.

No worry about sales.

"Calm down!"

"Stay calm!"

Lu Ming's hands were trembling.

He vaguely remembered his experience of attending a training course to become a Java programmer in his previous life, never expecting that little Lu Ming was doing the exact same thing.

What a joke!

Browsing the memories, he continued to read.

Although life was somewhat tough, little Lu Ming's life was relatively stable until one day, his genius sister came to visit, and he was terrified.

To avoid losing face!

To maintain his little boy's dignity in front of his sister!

To show that he was doing well, little Lu Ming did something that no normal person could imagine.

Loan!

He took out a loan to open a card-making shop and became a small boss!

And it was a campus loan!

A fruit loan!

Because little Lu Ming was very delicate, like his sister, he bought a wig, women's clothing, and took some half-naked photos, borrowing a batch of campus loans.

Lu Ming: ???

What the heck!

Are kids in this world so bold?!

The result...

Everyone knows.

His sister came, saw that little Lu Ming was doing well, and left.

Very plain.

She didn't even say it was good.

After all, at her level, little Lu Ming's business was just a small-scale operation. However, because of this, little Lu Ming began his tough life of repaying high-interest loans.

However...

Little Lu Ming's card-making skills were too low, and the only cards he could sell were energy cards. So the shop's business was almost zero, and he quickly couldn't even pay the interest.

"Sure enough, something happened."

Lu Ming sighed.

All those who took out campus loans had the same outcome.

He didn't need to think to know what happened next and why he transmigrated.

Very simple.

Little Lu Ming, obviously, died.

Lu Ming continued to browse the memories.

Sure enough.

The company that provided the campus loan soon came to collect, directly taking little Lu Ming to sell himself. Then, unexpectedly, they discovered his true gender, beat him up, and threw him out, giving him a month to repay the loan or be introduced to some special customers.

Little Lu Ming was terrified and, upon returning, worked frantically!

Making 22 cards a day, sleeping only two hours!

Half a month later.

He died suddenly.

Lu Ming: ???

What the heck!

Shouldn't he have been beaten to death by the loan company?!

What's this sudden death?!

Lu Ming felt that this world was full of malice towards him.

Really.

Dying as a programmer in his previous life was one thing, but this kid dying from overwork was another? Lu Ming felt a surge of frustration.

Was it the kid?

Or himself?

Heh.

What a mess...

With such a good sister, if he had clung to her from the start, he might have been doing well by now.

However...

"Boy's pride."

Lu Ming sighed deeply.

Clearly.

Little Lu Ming died because of his pride.

In fact, even if he had told his sister or parents, things wouldn't have turned out this way. But, aren't teenage boys all like that?

His own past...

Hey.

"It's not bad."

Lu Ming thought.

The kid was clearly suffering all along.

With such a sister, he probably would never have been able to hold his head high, especially since he had a crush on her, making it even more terrifying. He would never have been able to hold his head high in his next life.

It's better to be gone.

However.

He left so easily, but the trouble he left for Lu Ming was not small.

Lu Ming got up.

He pushed open the small door of the bedroom.

Outside was a clean and tidy room, with transparent glass cabinets on both sides. Unfamiliar instruments were placed on them, and in neat boxes, there were rows of textured cards.

Clean.

Tidy.

Completely different from the messy bedroom.

Clearly.

This was the shop the kid had sacrificed his life for.

Walking to the door, Lu Ming opened the shop's door, and bright sunlight shone in, making the world seem to come alive at that moment.

Tall buildings reaching into the clouds.

Crowds of people.

Vehicles shuttling back and forth.

Fresh morning air.

Lu Ming took a deep breath, and it seemed all his troubles disappeared.

This...

Is the world he transmigrated to!

This...

Is the beginning of his transmigration!

"Hello, world."

Lu Ming decided to use one sentence to bid farewell to his past life and welcome this new world—

"Hello, world!"