Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The Transmigrated Superhuman
Fang Can knew he had superpowers.
Or rather, he was born with an extraordinary ability unlike that of ordinary people.
He called this ability of his [Blessing in Adversity].
Whenever he encountered danger, his intelligence, endurance, luck, willpower, and more would all increase in proportion to the severity of the threat.
This ability could also be understood as turning disaster into fortune. First, you had to encounter a disaster, and only then could fortune follow.
The reason he believed he had superpowers was due to his various experiences growing up.
When he was just an infant, his parents fed him shoddy milk powder from a well-known brand.
After the incident, this directly led to him being able to walk at three days old, talk at five, and communicate fluently at ten, making him a renowned child prodigy in the neighborhood.
In middle school, a fight resulted in his right arm being shattered. That very same month, his family won ten million from the lottery.
That money allowed his slightly struggling family to send Fang Can straight to the best local... ICU ward.
In high school, he caught the flu. By studying while sick, Fang Can’s test scores that month shot up by 75 points, putting him in the range for the prestigious Beiqing University.
These experiences throughout his life had solidified Fang Can’s belief that he was, in fact, a person with superpowers.
And now, Fang Can—a high school senior on the verge of entering university, at the absolute peak of his mental and physical prowess—woke from his sleep to find himself in a dilapidated alley.
’I’ve... transmigrated?’
Standing in the alley dressed in his pajamas, Fang Can rubbed his chin, feeling a bit frustrated.
’My old man had millions waiting for me to inherit, and I get transmigrated without even a single coin dropping?’
Through the play of light and shadow, Fang Can could see the scene outside the alley.
It was early morning. The sun had only just begun to peek over the horizon, its rays scattering down to illuminate the view before him.
Before him lay a quaint, ancient town. Shops lined both sides of the stone-paved streets, and wooden signs swayed gently in the wind.
Outside, pedestrians wore simple clothes of coarse linen, like those seen in period dramas. The cries of street vendors and the chatter from teahouses mingled together, creating a harmonious scene.
Judging by the scenery, the timeline was likely pre-modern, before technology had advanced.
Pulling his pajamas a little tighter, Fang Can wasn’t too worried about his current situation.
After all, he had superpowers. How could he not survive? ’What’s there to be afraid of!’
’I don’t have a system like in the novels, but...’
Before Fang Can’s thoughts could wander, a sharp shout that sounded like a local dialect barked from behind him, "You with the short hair! How dare you trespass on our turf."
’Huh... is someone else in the alley?’ Hearing the voice, Fang Can turned his head reflexively, puzzled.
He saw five young men with their hair tied back messily and wearing mismatched clothes getting up from some discarded wooden crates.
Their clothes were plain and their appearance was scruffy. Even their hair was matted from lack of washing. They were definitely low-life thugs from the bottom rung of society.
Their cheeks even showed the gauntness of long-term hunger.
"Yo, look here. A pretty boy."
As Fang Can turned his head, the thug in the middle, who appeared to be the leader, squinted his small eyes, which looked remarkably like Li Ronghao’s.
A short while ago, the group of five had gathered to discuss how to get more money to make it through the new year.
The next thing they knew, a short-haired youth in what looked like luxurious clothing had appeared before them in the alley.
As the "Li Ronghao" thug sized him up, he concluded that the youth before him was definitely not some rich young master.
A plush outer robe that looked expensive, worth at least 5 taels of silver; a remarkably handsome face; unusually short black hair; and fair, tender feet, bare upon the dusty bricks.
’He doesn’t look like a young master. He looks more like a servant who’s hastily run away from some great house. Could he be one of those catamites who services the young masters?’
The lead thug was certain. At the very least, no young master would ever shave his hair into such a ghastly style.
Seeing Fang Can’s calm, direct gaze, the lead thug’s courage swelled, and his eyes gradually took on a fierce glint.
"Kid, if you don’t want to be caught and dragged back to the authorities, then hand over everything valuable you have on you."
"Yeah, and hand over those clothes you’re wearing, too," a young man with a rosacea-red nose next to the leader added, his eyes filled with greed.
This spacious coat looked to be of good quality and worth a fair bit of silver. ’There’s our money for the winter.’
As for whether the kid could survive the winter after they stripped him naked? That wasn’t their problem.
Fang Can paid no mind to the thugs’ threats.
His attention was focused on a virtual frame made of bone-white mist that had appeared before him at some point.
Name: Fang Can
Body: 1.2
Spirit: 1.2
Qi: 1.0
Talent Entry 1 [Blessing in Adversity]: The worse your situation, the higher your hidden attributes. Turn misfortune into fortune! Turn disaster into blessing!
Talent Entry 2 [Unyielding Tenacity]: Only by drawing infinitely close to death can one awaken to the true meaning of life!
Description: None
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’What is this thing?’ Fang Can was slightly curious as he looked at the bone-white panel in his line of sight.
He had never seen this in his eighteen years of his previous life, but he got it the moment he transmigrated, just like a character panel in a game.
In the cold, damp alley, Fang Can’s silence clearly made the five thugs in front of him think he was scared.
Growing even more certain that he was a runaway servant, the lead thug reached out to strip his clothes off.
Watching the malicious arm pass through the transparent panel as it tried to grab him, an annoyed Fang Can suddenly swung his own arm forward.
SMACK!
The leader winced and pulled back his right arm, the spot where he’d been hit already bright red.
Spurred on by the pain and already convinced Fang Can was a runaway servant, he cast aside all restraint, ready to give Fang Can a savage beating.
But before he could make a move, a powerful right leg kicked him squarely in the stomach.
With a muffled grunt, the lead thug was kicked viciously to the ground, where he clutched his stomach and groaned in pain.
Looking at this sorry lot before him, Fang Can’s eyes held a trace of disdain.
"Scum from the Otherworld, not even five of you, and you dare to rob me?"
As he spoke, Fang Can stomped a foot directly onto the fallen thug’s chest and said in a matter-of-fact tone:
"While I’m in a good mood, get out of my sight."
As his words fell, faced with the thugs’ gazes turning dangerous, Fang Can withdrew his foot, his tone suddenly shifting.
"Hold on. I’ve changed my mind."
"You’re going to hand over everything valuable you have. And the five of you are going to put together a set of clothes for me. Or you’ll suffer the consequences!"
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