You spent a year recuperating in Liu Family Village.
Your injuries had mostly healed, and once you put on the "Wolverine Claws," your body recovered completely, feeling even lighter and more agile than before.
You tried to control your bones like Wolverine, such as extending the bones in your palms to use them like claws.
Given your current physical strength, your bones could probably serve as weapons.
But there was one small problem.
"Agh! It hurts, it hurts!!"
The pain of bones breaking through your skin was unbearable.
You figured you could only use this trick when adrenaline took over your body.
Of course, there was another option.
"Super Beast Pain Tolerance."
But you reconsidered; you wouldn't waste a valuable equipment slot on a white-tier trait like that anyway.
Once recovered, you didn't rush to leave Liu Family Village.
Instead, you helped Old Man Liu and his family with farm work.
Through observing the villagers' daily lives, you gained some insight into the real world.
The peasants here lived much like those in the Void Realm.
The difference was their extreme poverty.
Starving was common.
They had no clothes to wear.
In many households, a single pair of pants was shared; whoever went out got to wear them.
Most men went shirtless, while women stitched together scraps of cloth into simple garments.
Another notable feature of the village was the absence of able-bodied young men.
There were no young or middle-aged men, not even many teenagers. It was a complete generational gap; the oldest were only in their fifties or sixties.
"Grandpa Liu, where did all the young men go?"
"The Church assigned them work. Same as when I was young—you work until you can't keep up, then you can come back to farm."
The villagers' hardship stemmed from the Winged God Church.
They conscripted the able-bodied, seized grain by force, and women were constantly at risk of assault.
The villagers knew little about cultivators, and from them, you couldn't gauge the Church's true strength.
As for the Old Hag who stole the Ten Thousand Soul Banners and other human-realm artifacts, no one knew anything.
"Old Wan, Lao Hu, and all the loyal ministers of the Spirit Weapon Kingdom—hold on. Your boss will find you."
Besides retrieving the banners and the others, one urgent matter remained.
Why was there no immortal energy here?
Where could you find it?
You couldn't just stop cultivating.
You decided to leave Liu Family Village to find answers.
On the day you planned to depart, a fully armed army stormed into the village.
They wore silver, barrel-like armor that covered them completely.
They rode tall warhorses.
They carried knights' lances, three or four meters long.
Liu Tian told you they belonged to the Church's Guardian Knight Order—each one formidable, far beyond ordinary people's strength.
The knights were not humans; they were Scalefolk, covered in fish scales, with both lungs and gills.
Behind the knights, four white horses pulled an ornate metal carriage.
It was luxuriously decorated, and seated inside was an "Angel."
—It looked human but had a pair of white wings.
Liu Tian said this was a White Priest of the Church, an unapproachable, exalted being.
Looking at the White Priest, you thought: isn't this a Wingfolk?
You'd seen them in the Fifth simulation.
You deduced that the myriad races of the Void Realm, once split across dimensions, were now mixed together in the real world.
Seeing a Wingfolk reminded you of their racial traits.
"Speaking of which, I need to grind those traits off them..."
The White Priest stood on the carriage, arms outstretched.
"Sinners! The time of redemption has come!"
The villagers knelt along the road, heads pressed to the ground, not daring to look up.
You didn't act recklessly.
Without divine sense, you couldn't gauge their strength, nor did you know how vast the Church was.
But you had no intention of kneeling to an alien race.
So you took out the cloth strips you'd wrapped around yourself earlier, bound yourself like a mummy, and lay on the ground pretending to be severely wounded.
Using "Playing Dumb," you suppressed your cultivation aura to its lowest possible level.
The Church came to Liu Family Village for three things.
First: Release people.
Like Liu Tian, those who were old and too worn out were sent back from work sites to farm.
Second: Seize grain.
The Guardian Knights searched every home.
If they found no grain, they took furniture, even scraping paint off the walls.
Third: Recruit people.
All those of suitable age, male or female, were to go to the church grounds for aptitude evaluation. Depending on their cultivation potential, they'd be assigned work, possibly even allowed to join the Church.
The White Priest announced these three things in a sing-song, holy tone.
The villagers knelt numbly, listened numbly, watched numbly as their belongings were looted and their children taken away.
Liu Ying was among them.
"Dad, I don't want to go... I heard some people die there."
Liu Tian sighed.
"Yingzi, if you don't go, you'll die now."
You sat up from the ground.
"Grandpa Liu, I'll go with Yingzi."
You saw this as a chance to engage with the Church, learn about Fortune Star's situation, and find opportunities to fight Wingfolk for their traits.
Liu Tian hesitated. He naturally wanted someone to care for his daughter, but his kind heart didn't want an outsider to take risks for them.
He didn't have to dwell on it long.
The White Priest noticed you.
"So there's an able-bodied young man here—those recruiters last year were sloppy."
He spoke slowly, his eyes half-closed. Though male, he had a distinctly effeminate aura.
After glancing at you, he added,
"You have cultivation? You're not from Liu Family Village, are you?"
You mentally patted yourself on the back for being cautious.
He could detect your cultivation, likely had divine sense, and was definitely at a higher level than you—you were right not to engage him directly.
"Your Grace speaks of my background. I am indeed not from Liu Family Village."
"Which region are you from?"
"I don't remember."
"You don't remember?"
"I was injured and fell into a river. Grandpa Liu and his daughter fished me out. I don't recall anything before the injury."
Seeing your blood-soaked bandages and Liu Tian and Liu Ying corroborating your story, the White Priest asked no further questions.
[The cultivation level you are currently showing is only at the Body-Tempering stage. In his eyes, you are no different from an ordinary person and not worth much attention.]
["Let's go together. The Church will not abandon any sinner. You will be given a suitable job."]
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
