Chapter 2

Year 8888 of the Bright Era.

Dongdao Zhenzhou, Beihai Empire, Fengyu Province.

Yunmeng City, Provincial No. 3 Junior Swordsman Academy.

The weather was pleasant, with a gentle breeze blowing.

Early summer, the most comfortable season in Yunmeng City.

Golden warm sunlight filtered through the classroom windows, illuminating the spacious room.

In the second-year, class nine, Lin Beichen, sitting in the front row, basked in the beautiful sunlight.

This fourteen-year-old boy had an excellent appearance, with sharp eyebrows and star-like eyes, his features handsome and spirited. His black hair was thick, and his cheeks were full. He held his hands in front of his eyes, fully focused on his palms, occasionally rubbing his fingers as if there were flowers growing on his hands.

Since the class began, he had maintained this "hand-watching" posture, almost motionless.

Sitting in the most conspicuous seat in the front row, he was so brazenly distracted during class.

It was simply outrageous.

If it were anyone else, the senior swordsmanship instructor, Ding San Shi, known for his fiery temper, would have taught him a lesson with his most skilled [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo] in no time.

But since it was Lin Beichen...

"Don't get angry, don't get angry."

"He's the one with a mental illness, not me."

"I can't treat a wealthy and spoiled brat with a mental illness like a normal person."

The senior instructor Ding San Shi, known for his explosive temper, repeatedly chanted these words in his mind, trying hard to ignore the city's most notorious spoiled brat and continue the class.

The other students, seeing the "irritable instructor" Ding San Shi's "enduring" demeanor, couldn't help but suppress their laughter, not daring to laugh out loud.

What the teacher and classmates didn't know was that Lin Beichen wasn't "hand-watching" because of a mental illness.

He was actually looking at his phone.

A smartphone that no one else could see except for Lin Beichen.

"Damn it."

At this moment, Lin Beichen was inwardly howling.

What kind of karma did he have?

He had merely stopped a lunatic from jaywalking and almost getting hit by a truck, and as a result, this self-proclaimed "Death God" had forcibly given him this brandless smartphone, and then... his soul had been transported!

To this strange world called Dongdao Zhenzhou.

He became the legitimate son of Lin Jin Nan, one of the "Ten Great Generals" of the Beihai Empire, known as the "Heavenly War Marquis."

A notorious spoiled brat in Yunmeng City.

Where could he go to complain about this?

It had been three days since the soul transportation.

Lin Beichen still couldn't accept this reality.

He wanted to go back.

Although this world was filled with martial arts and miracles, with top-tier experts capable of moving mountains and seas, flying through the air, and living for centuries, almost like immortals...

But—

None of this had anything to do with him, Lin Beichen.

Not to mention whether he had the talent for cultivation.

Even if he did, as a former ordinary game enthusiast, he lacked the perseverance to endure the hardships of cultivation, practicing through the coldest and hottest seasons, and engaging in bloody battles to survive and become a great master.

Compared to air conditioning, Wi-Fi, Meituan, Bilibili, and other comforts, this was a far cry from his previous life.

Only a masochist would want to risk their life to become a great master.

A normal person just wanted to stay at home, enjoy the air conditioning, play games, pet cats and dogs, watch videos, and order takeout, living a carefree life.

Moreover, there were still his warm family and friends back on Earth.

So...

To hell with this soul transportation.

He didn't care for it.

He wanted to return to Earth.

Lin Beichen, considering the cause and effect of his soul transportation, thought that the only theoretical possibility of returning seemed to lie with this strange smartphone.

It brought him to this world, so it should be able to bring him back, right?

It should, right?

With this thought, Lin Beichen was frantically studying the smartphone.

So far, he had discovered several strange things.

The first strange thing was that this phone could be "stored inside his body."

Whenever Lin Beichen wanted it, the phone would automatically appear in his hand, and when he didn't, it would disappear.

This was absurd.

Who would have a normal phone with such a function?

The second strange thing was that, except for himself, no one else could see the phone under any circumstances.

For example, right now, he was clearly holding the phone and studying its functions, but to the teacher and classmates, it looked like he was staring at his empty palm, as if he were a mental patient.

This was a silver metal-framed smartphone with a full screen.

Current status—

Battery: 21%.

Signal: Looks like 4G, but only one bar.

Call credit...

EMMMMM.

Lin Beichen had tried calling 110, 120, 119, and 10086, as well as all the phone numbers of his friends and family he could remember.

The result was always the same: "The number you dialed is invalid."

On the phone's main screen, there were only three icons: Contacts, Messages, and App Store.

Since calls didn't work, messages naturally couldn't be sent either.

Lin Beichen's only hope was in the "App Store."

However, he had opened this icon more than a thousand times, and the reality was—

The store had no apps.

Not a single one.

Does this even qualify as a store?

Does it?

Lin Beichen was so angry he wanted to eat the damn phone.

At this moment—

Ding ding ding!

The bell for the break rang.

"Alright, I've just explained the complete version of [Elementary Mystic Qi Condensation Technique]. Now we'll take a fifteen-minute break, and then we'll continue the class."

The old instructor Ding San Shi took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"Everyone knows that in three days, our academy will hold the mid-year competition. The importance of this competition doesn't need to be emphasized. As a preview, in the next class, I have prepared a special lesson on my unique skill, [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo]."

As the old instructor spoke, his gaze fell on Lin Beichen again.

Seeing this spoiled brat still in a daze, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

"Lin Beichen, you need to pay attention in the next class. This [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo] is most suitable for students with a weak foundation like you."

Ding San Shi couldn't resist adding this extra comment.

However, Lin Beichen remained as unresponsive as a wooden chicken.

Sigh.

A rotten tree cannot be carved.

The old instructor turned and left the classroom, his face expressionless.

Lin Beichen paid no attention to the old instructor's resentment.

He lacked a sense of belonging to this world.

He had no sense of identity with his new self.

His sole focus was on how to return to his original world.

Therefore, he cared nothing for the mid-year competition, promotions, or future prospects, or the [Elementary Mystic Qi Condensation Technique] and [Basic Swordsmanship Close Combat Three-Combo].

He continued to silently study the phone.

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