1: Chapter 1 The Kill Line
Qingyun City.
Azure Nether Martial Hall.
On the spacious training ground, over a dozen people were sparring in pairs. At the edges, dozens more were lifting weights repeatedly, their bodies drenched in sweat.
Under a tree not far away, a young man dressed in black sat on a chair, squinting as he watched the scene.
Zhou You never could have imagined.
That he, attending a lecture in a sixth-floor lecture hall, would be killed by a semi-truck.
Trying hard to recall.
He thought of another detail.
That semi-truck seemed to be red, and not only that, it carried a foul, fishy stench.
A bit like a dead snake.
Setting aside these insignificant memories, Zhou You looked at everything around him and couldn't help but reveal a bright, cheerful smile.
Before his Transmigration, he was a miserable student.
Before university, he studied diligently, forgetting to eat and sleep.
Then, by coincidence, he enrolled in a clinical major, which meant studying medicine. This led to an even greater tragedy.
Studying medicine is hard.
Starting from his freshman year, he worked even harder: taking notes, memorizing texts, working in the lab, seeking out learning opportunities...
The past was too painful to look back on.
"Fortunately, things are different now."
Zhou You tapped his fingers, feeling quite smug.
His current identity was the only son of the Martial Arts Hall's master. His Family was quite wealthy, and his Father Zhou Zhuan was one of the city's big shots, powerful and influential.
Under these circumstances, it was enough for him to idle away his whole life.
Thinking this, he took out an exquisite jade pendant from his robe and began to play with it gently.
After rubbing it a couple of times, a cold voice suddenly rang in Zhou You's ears.
[Simulator Online]
Zhou You reacted immediately.
Simulator?
His Transmigration Golden Finger?
As a medical student, Zhou You had a strong capacity for acceptance.
In his third year, to publish a paper, he spent a whole night in the lab chatting with a cadaver.
Just a Golden Finger? No big deal.
Still lounging in his chair, he focused his attention. Strings of text prompts appeared before his eyes.
It was an introduction to the Simulator.
[Simulator]
[No cooldown time, no restrictions, unlimited simulations possible]
[Upon death, inherit everything. Severs Karma, erases side effects from inherited Realms, Bloodlines, items, etc.]
[Initially, can draw one skill. In each simulation, surviving fifty years accumulates one skill point. One skill point can be used to draw one skill.]
Simple.
And powerful.
This made Zhou You's mood even more wonderful.
Unlimited simulations, perfect inheritance, severing Karma, and skills!!
The so-called skills were of the rule-based type.
What does rule-based mean?
To sum it up in one sentence.
My rules override your rules.
Can crush all rules, Karma, and logic.
In short, it's pretty outrageous.
Shifting to a more comfortable position, Zhou You glanced at the Martial Arts Hall Disciples training hard in the distance and smiled lightly.
"Begin simulation!"
The next moment, all the text before his eyes vanished, followed immediately by a new line of text appearing.
It scrolled upward automatically, like auto-reading.
[Simulation Begun]
[Drawing Skill...]
[Draw Successful]
[Skill Obtained: 'Kill Line']
['Kill Line: When target's HP falls below 10%, can kill with a single thought (must be personally witnessed by user)']
['Side Effect: From now on, your skin surface will contain a deadly poison']
[There are actually side effects!]
[You are inwardly shocked]
[Deadly poison??]
[Interesting...]
[Thinking of this, you are inwardly alarmed. You quickly get up and hurry to a corner]
[Curious, you reach out and touch the jade pendant at your waist]
[After your finger touches it, the pendant shows no change]
[No special effects at all. Nothing can be seen]
[You decide to find another opportunity to test this ability]
[Walking back, you happen to see a woman wearing a white training uniform]
[Her face is resolute, a bit Xiao Mei (pretty)]
["Senior Brother Zhou."]
[Xiao Mei greets you. You nod slightly and pass by her]
[As the only son of the Martial Arts Hall master, you hold some status here]
[Watching Xiao Mei's retreating figure, you suddenly think of a problem]
[If my skin is poisonous, how will I ever find a partner, how will I consummate a marriage?]
[No, no, wait. I've Transmigrated. I don't need to go on blind dates or take a wife. Having strength is enough!]
[Returning to your original spot, you rub your hands together, eager to try]
[This world has martial arts. You deeply envy this supernatural power]
[Naturally, you won't miss out]
[As far as you know, martial training has two Realms: the Qi and Blood Realm and the True Qi Realm]
[The former tempers the Physical Body and enhances Qi and Blood. The latter cultivates Internal Skills and refines True Qi]
[Both Realms are divided into Nine Heavens]
[In Qingyun City, ninety-nine percent are in the Qi and Blood Realm. Only the top forces have True Qi Realm experts overseeing them]
[For example, your Azure Nether Martial Hall, the City Lord's Manor, the three great Families, and the two major Gangs]
[Thinking of this, you can't help but stand up and practice a set of the Qingming Fist Technique]
[This is the essence of the Azure Nether Martial Hall. It has thirteen levels and can be cultivated up to the fourth level of the True Qi Realm]
[The father of this body, Zhou Zhuan, is at the second level of the True Qi Realm. Every move and stance is augmented by Qingming True Qi. Touch it and you're injured, get hit and you're dead. Fierce indeed.]
[The original Zhou You also practiced martial arts, but he was alwaysIndulging in pleasure (indulged in pleasure-seeking). His training time was very, very short. At fifteen, he was only at the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm.]
[After practicing a set of the fist technique, your whole body felt warm, refreshed, and clear-headed]
["What a waste. Such high Aptitude, and you just indulged in pleasure. Too shameful."]
[This body's talent is very strong.]
[After practicing the fist set, you felt incredibly good. Excited, you practiced a while longer.]
[Until the sky gradually darkened.]
[A servant came over to remind you.]
[Only then did you stop.]
["Young Master, what inspired you to practice martial arts today?"]
["Young Master, later, don't forget the medicinal bath. Without the secret medicine to repair your body, you'll suffer terribly."]
[The servant beside you handed over a towel, constantly reminding you.]
[This was Zhou Cheng, who grew up with you. His loyalty was high. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a bit handsome, but not as handsome as you. Of course, not as handsome as the person reading this book.]
["Alright, stop nagging. I know."]
[You were getting a bit annoyed listening to him. This guy was like a Tang monk.]
[Wiping your sweat, you left the training ground.]
[Everyone on the road greeted you, showing great respect.]
[No choice. As the Hall Master's only son, you were very spoiled, pampered since childhood.]
[For various reasons, these Disciples were all very enthusiastic towards you.]
[After walking a few steps, a muffled grunt suddenly came from not far away.]
[You turned to look. It was two Disciples practicing boxing. One of them was suddenly struck on the head, fell straight to the ground, and lost consciousness.]
[Others rushed to help him.]
[The other young man he was sparring with was also panicking: "I didn't mean to! He suddenly stopped defending, I really..."]
[In the chaos, your attention was completely focused on the injured Disciple.]
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