Book 1: Chapter 32: The Miserable Chen Clan
Like I believe you. You clearly were trying to use the main character to turn the tables earlier. Chen Heng glanced at Zhu Wen in disdain. Seeing that this fellow was about to wipe snot on his trousers, he quickly shook Zhu Wen off.
Chen Heng, smash him to death! Smash him! To think that he dares to insult me! What terrible world?! When this fellow discovered that he had a mind-reading ability and was in Under One Person’s world, he was delighted. How infuriating! (╬◣д◢) He transmigrated to another person’s home out of nowhere and called it terrible?! How could there be such a person?
Just leave it. Calm down, calm down. There’s no need to stoop to his level.
What else could Chen Heng do when running into this situation? He could only try to coax the world consciousness.
“Alright. Stop talking. If you keep talking, I might not be able to save you. I’m sending you home now. Any objections?” Chen Heng glanced at Zhu Wen as he stopped Zhu Wen from speaking. If Zhu Wen kept talking, he might not survive.
“No objections. None at all!” Zhu Wen quickly shook his head. Thanks to Chen Heng’s strength and threat—ah, no, Chen Heng’s reasoning skills and sincere actions—he felt returning to his world would be safer.
“Ah! That’s right. Your mind-reading ability will be taken back, but the martial arts you learned here will not. After understanding that, go in.” Chen Heng tapped on the button to return, and an oval black hole appeared before them, similar to when he came over. However, the black hole was black when Chen Heng came here. This black hole was purple, so it should be called a purple hole.
“Got it, Big Brother. I’m going now.” Although Zhu Wen felt reluctant to lose his mind-reading ability, he had learned some martial arts in this world, at least, so he had not wasted his trip here. After all, as useful as the mind-reading ability was, it was not as important as his life.
Chen Heng watched as the transmigrator jumped into the purple black hole, which then closed slowly.
“Alright. The mission is completed.” Compared to speaking mentally, Chen Heng would rather speak aloud.
Hmm! Pretty good! I’ll give you a five-star review for your mission.
“Oh, right. What were you planning to tell me earlier?”
I wanted to ask if you had an especially powerful ancestor.
“How did you know?” When speaking of an especially powerful ancestor, Chen Heng immediately thought of the ancestor who created the ancestral crystal.
Has your clan’s luck been terrible ever since that ancestor?
“That’s right. What is going on with that?” At the world consciousness’s words, Chen Heng suddenly realized that his clan’s single line of descent started from this ancestor. Furthermore, all those with good talent would not live beyond 100 years due to various accidents. Those with poor talent could not live beyond 200 years, mostly dying from reaching the end of their lifespan after failing to break through. This was very strange. After all, even if they had poor talent, wasn’t there still the crystal? Why couldn’t they break through when they had the ancestral crystal, which could raise their chances of success?
What’s going on? It’s purely because that ancestor grew too powerful. His cultivation grew too strong, which overdrew on your clan’s luck for a long time. However, people with powerful cultivations can connect with the world consciousness and increase the luck of their descendants by doing things for the world consciousness.
[Author Note: This explains why the main character’s clan is in a miserable state, so don’t complain that the setting of having both parents dead is too cliché.]
“That ancestor has already vanished.”
Alright, then. I was just a little bewildered that you managed to join the Dimension Administrators Association despite having unusually low luck. That’s why I asked.
“Is there any way to deal with it?” Chen Heng felt worried about this. After all, he died before graduating from university in his original future, dying much earlier than his father.
There’s no need to worry about this. After joining the Dimension Administrators Association, those with great luck naturally can still enjoy the benefits of having great luck. However, the Dimension Administrators Association will protect those with poor luck, preventing you from suffering negative effects from having poor luck. This is one of the benefits of being a Dimension Administrators Association member.
“What about my descendants?” I might be fine, but I can’t let anything happen to my descendants. I’m not like that ancestor of mine; I do worry about my descendants. Upon thinking of this, Chen Heng felt slightly depressed.
There’s no need to worry about that. After all, you hold a position in the Dimension Administrators Association. Completing the missions that the worlds issue is doing things for the world consciousnesses, so your descendants’ luck should be rectified to normal after you do more missions. The more you do, the better their luck. This is called blessing your descendants. Yes, that should be the way to phrase it.
“Thank you for your explanation.” Chen Heng felt sincerely grateful to this world consciousness.
You’re welcome. Do you want to hang around in this world for a few days? In any case, you will always return to your world one minute after you left.
“There’s no need. I have things to do when I return. Furthermore, I still have classes tomorrow.”
[Author Note: Honestly speaking, I nearly forgot that the main character is a student. Furthermore, there are only 15—no, 13—more days to the college entrance exams. Erm…actually, I was also about that far away from my college entrance exams when I started writing this book. How realistic, right?]
I didn’t expect you to still be a student. Alright, then. Goodbye!
“I don’t look that old, right?” Chen Heng muttered as he submitted the mission in the Mission Hall. Then, the oval black hole for transporting him appeared again. Perhaps it was a different one, but they all looked the same. The details were not important.
Chen Heng closed his eyes, and when he opened them, a day had passed—Ah! That’s not right—he had arrived in another world.
To Chen Heng, taking this mission had been worth it. He had gained not only 500 points, a small reward, but also the friendship of a world consciousness, a big reward. Then, he got a five-star review. Most importantly, he had learned why his clan was so unlucky. Furthermore, that transmigrator was truly lousy, indeed worth only 500 points.
Right now, Chen Heng felt grateful to Ryougi Shiki. If she had not come here, he would not have obtained the Absolute Precognition, the gift from her world. Without the Absolute Precognition, he would not have caught the Dimension Administrators Association’s attention. Without that, he would not have joined it. Without joining it, he would surely die, going by what Under One Person’s world consciousness said.
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