1: Chapter 1: The Flying Brother Who Only Knows How to Play with Galahad.

"One thousand three thousand six hundred and seventy-one."

"Break!"

"One thousand three thousand six hundred and seventy-two."

"Nether Domain Assassination Break!"

"One thousand three thousand six hundred and seventy-three."

"Crimson Moon Thousand Tribulations Wave Break! Break, break, break! Shatter, reality!!!"

"One thousand..."

"What are you doing, brother?"

Just as Fang Xun was caught in a bitter fight, an untimely voice suddenly cut in from behind him.

Hearing this voice, Fang Xun snapped to attention.

With lightning speed, he slapped the power button on the television in front of him.

Then, straightening his body, he turned his head.

Upon turning, he saw his younger sister, Fang Jiangqin, standing gracefully at the entrance, wearing the blue and white school uniform.

Jiang Qin was currently looking at the now black screen of the television.

Seeing this, Fang Xun took a step forward, blocking the TV.

He looked at his sister and spoke earnestly:

"Your brother was just practicing his punches. My dear sister, do you not know that the world has changed drastically, and Disaster Beast have appeared? Naturally, your brother must practice some martial arts to cope with the dangers of this chaotic era."

"You were practicing punches, starting from one thousand three thousand six hundred and seventy-one, were you?"

"...When did you get back, Jiang Qin?"

"From the moment you started blowing air into the cartridge, brother," Fang Jiangqin said, walking around Fang Xun.

Then, expressionlessly, she walked to the TV and turned the power back on.

With a flash of light, the image reappeared.

In the picture was a long-legged girl wearing a red T-shirt and a pink tennis skirt.

She was making a playful expression, spinning around lively in the frame.

Her skirt fluttered, full of youthful vigor.

"Brother, you really haven't won even once, have you? Why turn up the volume so loud for yourself?"

"..."

Fang Jiangqin watched the screen for a few more glances before squatting down to turn off the Sega Saturn console and pulling out the cartridge.

Fang Jiangqin looked at the two beautiful girls in white dresses snuggling together printed on the cartridge:

"Are you practicing Baseball Punch?"

"..."

"Disgusting."

As she spoke, Fang Jiangqin tucked the game cartridge into her school bag.

"Hey, don't! Your brother was seriously practicing martial arts! I think you truly don't understand; Baseball Punch is genuinely powerful!" Seeing Fang Jiangqin taking his treasure, Fang Xun finally dropped his stiff posture and hurried over to grab her hand.

"What, after playing those disgusting gala games, are you finally going to make a move on your own sister?"

Fang Jiangqin didn't dodge; she just looked at her brother with the gaze one reserves for trash.

"What do you know? That is the foundation of my pursuit of the Dao."

When Fang Xun heard Fang Jiangqin slander his beloved gala game, he immediately reverted to his arrogant demeanor and looked at Fang Jiangqin:

"In this era of great disaster, Disaster Beast emerge frequently. In the past, Ability Users fought fiercely on the battlefield; later, Spiritual Energy Armor became a rising star, shining brightly on the battlefield.

Your brother has neither special abilities nor compatible Spiritual Energy Armor.

But since I have been reborn in this life, there must be a Great Dao supporting me.

There are three thousand Great Daos; your brother will surely find his own Dao and carve out a path to heaven in this world."

"Oh, you've been reborn again," Fang Jiangqin said dismissively, rolling her eyes at Fang Xun.

"Then tell me, what is your take on playing 'Song of Saya'?"

"To glimpse reality within illusion."

"'Corpse Mansion'?"

"To retain hope even amidst despair."

"'Okinawa Slave Island'?"

"Don't slander me!" Fang Xun's eyes widened. When did he ever play that?

"'Brother, Hug Me Tight Before You Wake Up in the Morning!'"

"Huh?" Fang Xun's eyes widened even further. When did his sister...?"

"As expected, having such thoughts. Disgusting."

Fang Jiangqin snorted coldly and turned to head back to her room, leaving only her small back for Fang Xun to see.

She was too lazy to listen to whatever nonsense her brother was spouting—that he hadn't played any sister-complex games and that the Baseball Punch he practiced was the world's number one divine art, or similar nonsense.

She took her school bag and went straight back to her room.

"Hey! That's not right! Fang Jiangqin, did you leave early?"

After Fang Jiangqin returned to her room, Fang Xun finally realized what time it was. Why was this girl back so early today?

He had timed everything perfectly to take off. If Jiang Qin hadn't returned early, he definitely wouldn't have been caught.

Fang Xun muttered, then quickly walked over and knocked on Fang Jiangqin's door.

The college entrance exams are approaching; how can she be leaving school early?

After Fang Xun knocked, Fang Jiangqin opened her door just a crack, revealing one eye filled with disdain.

"If you cared about me even a little, you'd know today was the physical fitness test for the college entrance exams. I don't live at school, so I came back right after it was done."

"It's already time for the college entrance exams?"

"You really don't care, do you? Also, brother, give up on your delusions.

There's nothing wrong with being a Mortal. If you keep pursuing some Great Dao, you won't even be able to hold down a job after graduation.

The life we have now relies entirely on Mom and Dad's savings from before. Wake up, brother; you are just a Mortal.

You are a Mortal now, and you will be a Mortal later.

Once I get into university, I will also work part-time to lessen the burden on the family.

You need to face reality, brother."

Face reality, brother.

After saying this, Fang Jiangqin heavily closed the door.

Having been shut out, Fang Xun's raised hand froze there before slowly lowering.

He turned back somewhat stiffly and opened his own door.

The siblings' rooms were directly opposite each other.

Upon opening the door, the room, familiar to the point of being overly so, came into Fang Xun's view.

This room was filled with Talismans and Formations he had drawn.

These were things he had done in his pursuit to achieve Immortal Ascension.

As Fang Xun stepped in, he accidentally stepped on a small booklet that had been discarded somewhere.

Fang Xun glanced at it and remembered.

This was the manuscript for a Kamen Rider ZZZ belt he had designed. After his sister commented that belts shouldn't be worn diagonally, he only made an initial prototype model before discarding it.

Fang Xun walked a few more steps and sat on the edge of his bed.

The bedside was piled high with notebooks Fang Xun had filled.

Chakra, Spiritual Pressure, Qi.

On the desk was also a Devil Fruit he had molded, which had now grown fuzz.

Fang Xun had originally intended to eat it, but after taking just one bite, he was discovered by Fang Jiangqin, who kicked him.

She had declared that if he dared to eat it, she would sever ties with him.

"Seventeen years. This is clearly a fantasy world, yet there is no Dao for me here?"

Fang Xun saying he was reborn was not a lie.

The day he Transmigration occurred here, he saw devastation everywhere.

The deceased couple had shielded the young boy and a tiny figure beneath them.

But the young boy still died; the one who came back to life was him, Fang Xun, not that small boy.

He initially thought this was some natural disaster, but the next second, he saw the tens-of-stories-tall Disaster Beast.

And confronting it was a young girl waving a magic wand that unleashed a hundred-zhang radiance.

It was indeed a disaster, but not a natural one.

This world contained the supernatural.

That was his greatest wish, his greatest expectation in his previous life.

He had actually arrived in such a world.

In a world like this, he was determined to become supernatural.

Fang Xun slowly raised his lowered head.

He, a Transmigrator, couldn't possibly be worse off than the natives here, right?

He was a Transmigrator.

Fang Xun slowly opened his mouth, his voice low.

"System, it's been seventeen years. Stop hiding. It's time to come out."

As Fang Xun spoke, his eyes changed, and it seemed as if a panel truly appeared before his eyes.

"Hahahahahahahaha, I knew it.

My effort of one thousand three thousand six hundred and seventy-four punches was not in vain.

The accumulation is now sufficient!

deep blue, add points!"