A Post-Apocalyptic Journey to Another World

The day passed quickly, and when I got home in the evening, I browsed the web again and found that many similar posts had been deleted.

The government started blocking the news. Zhang Xi found it amusing; the government was wasting its time. In the first two months, the rifts appeared very rarely, and not many people saw them, so they could still block the news.

Three months later, they will appear in large numbers. At that time, it will not matter whether they are locked down or not. Spatial rifts have been found in almost every city.

You can see spatial rifts, large or small, standing in all sorts of strange places at any time. The location of the rift is random, so it could be underwater, in the sky, or right in a room.

Putting all that aside, Zhang Xi's biggest concern right now is money. His plan to become stronger requires a lot of money, but whether in his previous life or this one, he's a complete novice when it comes to making money.

Buy lottery tickets? He doesn't have the habit of buying lottery tickets, so he doesn't remember the winning numbers.

Speculating on real estate? Buying and selling properties? That could make money, but the process is too slow. Zhang Xi doesn't have that much time to wait, and he also doesn't have the start-up capital.

I racked my brains but still couldn't figure it out. Sigh! I'm just destined to be poor. As a reborn person, I don't even know how to make money! It's such a disgrace to the reborn community!

Zhang Xi has an advantage: he puts aside things that can't be solved immediately and aren't urgent, and focuses his energy on things that are urgent and can be solved. In the first three months, he didn't actually need much money; a few thousand Chinese yuan would be enough.

However, he did not plan to ask his parents for help. Firstly, it would be difficult to explain why he needed it, and secondly, he had already decided that no matter what happened in the future, he would try his best not to cause his parents any more worry.

There's always a way to solve money problems.

Zhang Xi had been pushing himself to the limit at school all day, and now his whole body aches terribly. He was being careful; his exercise level was just the limit his body could handle, without risking injury.

But adequate nutrition and rest are very important, so even though I had a lot on my mind, I never neglected to rest. I took a hot shower and went to bed early.

Class teacher Hang Yi soon noticed that Zhang Xi, a student he had always liked, was acting strangely lately. He was often distracted in class and his homework was becoming perfunctory.

They found Zhang Xi's close classmates and discovered that the boy was neither addicted to online games nor in a relationship, and nothing had happened at home.

This presented a challenge for Hang Yi, a teacher with extensive teaching experience. Generally, children's learning problems stem from one of the three reasons mentioned above. But Zhang Xi had none of them.

What's even stranger is that this kid goes straight to the gym and battles the various machines as soon as get out of class is over. Or he goes to the playground to run when the sun is at its strongest, and he even does squats during class instead of sitting!

Teacher Hang Yi witnessed it firsthand. Zhang Xi appeared to be sitting and listening to the lecture, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that his bottom wasn't even touching the chair. In short, this child was finding all sorts of ways to torture his body.

The teacher, who was worried about Zhang Xi, talked to him several times to ask why. Each time, Zhang Xi said that he had been sick recently and the doctor said that he was weak and needed to exercise more.

Teacher Hang Yi glared at him, thinking to himself, "Is this some kind of training? This is self-torture! I must have a serious talk with this child's parents when they return from abroad."

Time flies. In the midst of the busyness, a month has passed, and summer vacation is just around the corner.

That afternoon, just before school let out, Zhang Xi found Little Fatty Wang Ruilong and dragged him to a quiet corner of the playground.

Amidst the chubby boy's curious expression, Zhang Xi blushed and asked, "Ruilong, do you have money?"

"Yes, I have some." The chubby boy pulled out a few hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them over: "Here you go."

"This isn't enough, um, I need more." Zhang Xi is introverted and has few friends, so he basically has no financial dealings with anyone. This is the first time he has ever borrowed money from someone. Although the other person is his best friend in class, he still feels strange and can't even speak properly.

"How many do you want? What are you going to do with them? You're not starting to pick up girls, are you?" Wang Ruilong is a good guy in every way, except he always dreams of being a hero and is super gossipy.

"A few thousand yuan, I guess. Have you been saving your New Year's money? I'll pay you back when I come back from summer vacation." Zhang Xi was getting more and more embarrassed. She also had some New Year's money saved up, but only a thousand yuan or so, which was not enough at all.

"Oh, I'll be here again tomorrow morning. Wait for me." As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ruilong hurriedly ran off, and it was unclear why he was in such a hurry.

The next morning, when Zhang Xi arrived, Wang Ruilong was indeed waiting there. He ran over from a distance, pulled Zhang Xi into the bathroom, and took out a paper package from his pocket, handing it to him.

Zhang Xi opened it and exclaimed, "So much! It must be at least forty or fifty thousand yuan! You're really rich!"

"Hehe, I don't have the habit of saving money, this is stolen from my dad." The chubby boy grinned mischievously.

"What? You stole it? What will your dad do if he finds out? Take it back right now!" Zhang Xi didn't dare to take it anymore.

Wang Ruilong quickly pushed the money Zhang Xi had handed back back: "What are you afraid of? I have something on him."

If he dares to hit me, I'll tell my mom about his affairs with mistresses and other women, and she'll beat him up. My dad's terrified of my mom; he's been beaten by her before for this.

Zhang Xi was speechless. He really had no other options, so he simply accepted. He thought to himself how pathetic he was; a month had passed, and while his body was in pretty good shape, he still hadn't figured out how to make money. He was truly a disgrace to transmigrators. Luckily, he had a friend like Wang Ruilong.

With only a week left before summer vacation, Zhang Xi had already become a prominent figure at school, not because of his studies. Zhang Xi was a good student, but the school was full of high-achieving students. Rather, it was because of his strange behavior.

Recently, another strange behavior has been added – swinging on a swing.

This was an outdoor physical education class. After the physical education teacher led the students through some warm-up activities, he told everyone to move around freely.

Several boys in the class were showing off their basketball skills, drawing cheers and encouragement from a large group of girls. Just as the boys were feeling smug, they realized the girls had already moved on to another spot.

They ran off to watch people swinging on the swings, exclaiming in surprise as they watched.

Swinging on a swing is normal, but Zhang Xi didn't sit on the swing board like a normal person. Instead, he climbed up the swing ropes to the highest point, which was 4 meters above the ground. Then, he swung from one swing rope to another, just like Tarzan.

There are eight swings in this row, each about four or five meters apart. Zhang Xi swings back and forth on these eight swings, sometimes with his hands completely off the ropes, just like a trapeze artist.

After nearly a week of intense practice, from a distance, it looks like a gorilla in clothes playing on a swing.

Despite repeated attempts to dissuade Zhang Xi from his strange but not excessive behavior, the physical education teacher had no choice but to bring in a lot of soft mats to place underneath him.

The teachers helplessly interpreted it as the restlessness of teenage boys and their antics in an attempt to attract attention.

Zhang Xi returned home after another day of "special training".

He endured body aches every day for the past month, and when he got home, he didn't even want to lift his hands.

With such high-intensity training, coupled with some special insights gained from his previous life's silver-level physical abilities, his physique improved extremely quickly, achieving in one month what others achieved in three months.

Zhang Xi, having just finished showering, stood in front of the mirror looking at himself. Due to his age, he didn't have much muscle, but his body was well-proportioned with clear and smooth lines, giving him a very agile appearance. His skin, which had been sickly pale, had turned into a light bronze color.

Looking at his body, Zhang Xi sighed. At the current rate, his body would reach its limit in at most another month.

The human body has a limit to the level of training it can withstand. Once a certain point is reached, it can no longer be improved, and forcibly increasing the training volume will only lead to injury.

However, two months later, as the number of spatial rifts increased, the elemental energy that filled the otherworld space also arrived along with the monsters.

By then, the limits of human physical enhancement will gradually be broken under the influence of elemental energy. However, Zhang Xi doesn't want to wait; he needs to be one step ahead. It's time to begin the next phase of the plan.