Good martial arts in the city, many children, many blessings

[Class 6, Grade 3: Li Xunhuan]

Strength: 500 kg

[Speed: 12.5 meters per second]

[Spirit: 5+]

Martial Arts Potential: 5

[Martial Arts Exam Conclusion: Below-average aptitude for martial arts; self-employment recommended]

Class 6, No. 3 Middle School, Martial Arts Square.

Li Xunhuan, who was thin and frail, was deathly pale.

Slowly raising his head, he looked at the martial arts teacher dressed in a brown martial arts uniform.

"Teacher, do I... do I still have a chance?"

The martial arts instructor said expressionlessly, "Li Xunhuan, it's time for you to leave school!"

Li Xunhuan's face turned deathly pale, filled with disbelief.

He was clearly the top liberal arts student at No. 3 Middle School Martial Arts School for many years, but...

Well, the dust has settled, and he has no interest in distinguishing right from wrong.

Nothing matters anymore!

A look of relief flashed in Li Xunhuan's eyes.

"He's tried his best and persevered his whole life, but now he's failed... So, he should just give up."

Li Xunhuan breathed a sigh of relief, walked straight past the indifferent-looking classmates from the martial arts school, and accepted the certificate of withdrawal from No. 3 Middle School issued by the martial arts school.

He bowed his head, bent over, and hunched over, trying to minimize his presence, before turning and leaving the No. 3 Middle School Martial Arts School square.

Now that things have come to this, he doesn't want to suffer any more unnecessary humiliation.

But how easy is it to shake off the aura of a loser?

Having lost the protection of their dual identities as martial arts school students and welfare students, they are destined to become the most insignificant beasts of burden at the bottom of the martial arts federation's grand era.

Those who used to care about him being the top student in the humanities and were called "someone else's child" by humanities teachers have now turned into the deepest malice of his student days.

"Look, this is the top student in the humanities class, the once high-achieving student."

"They say he's a lieutenant colonel who dropped out, but everyone knows he's basically... kicked out!"

"The Federation is now ruled by martial arts; liberal arts students? Hmph, even dogs wouldn't study them!"

"Hey, look at him, so dejected, doesn't he look like a dog?"

"Still a spineless, mangy dog!"

……

Behind him, the roar of the martial arts teacher still echoed incessantly in the martial arts classroom.

"In martial arts training, if you don't advance, you regress!"

"A slow start leads to a slow start in everything!"

"If you can't endure the hardships of martial arts, then go and experience the bitterness of society!"

"Today you have successfully joined the three-month intensive course for the martial arts exam, but that does not mean you can rest easy in the future."

"The martial arts exam preparation class is just a small stepping stone; the Federal Martial Arts University is where your life truly begins."

"Just as four years from now, you will become quasi-martial artists, participate in the Federation's martial artist assessment, venture into the wilderness, pilot martial artist mechs, advance to the Martial Saint level, traverse the void, battle star beasts, and transform into Martial Gods!"

"Now!" The martial arts instructor roared, a hint of longing in his eyes, "Tell your teacher, what is your goal!"

Inside the martial arts training hall, the students advancing to the intensive training class were all flushed with excitement, roaring in unison, "Become a martial artist, pilot a mecha, become a dragon among men! Fight in the wilderness, slay star beasts, and become the war god of humanity!"

The martial arts instructor clenched his fists and roared to the sky, "So, what are you going to do?"

"Train until you drop dead, as long as you don't die!"

"You reap what you sow!"

"Strive for excellence in martial arts, for the times call upon me to be at the forefront!"

"Very good!" the martial arts instructor said with satisfaction. "Remember, if you don't want to step into society, if you don't want to spend your whole life at the bottom of society, working as a screwdriver, a deliveryman, or a security guard..."

"If you've become a useless piece of trash, earning less than three thousand a month and destined to spend your life hand-pumping androids, then what should you do now?"

"Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate!"

"To become a quasi-martial artist, you will be..."

"A dragon among men!"

……

Amidst the fervent and passionate shouts, only a graceful figure with short, flowing hair, her gaze filled with resentment, followed the towering figure as he walked further and further away.

"Is that all? He's leaving? I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye..."

As he stepped out of the gate of the No. 3 Middle School Martial Arts School, the boy's slender figure was stretched long and blurred by the rising sun.

Suddenly, the boy stopped in his tracks.

With his forehead held high, like a fighter refusing to submit to fate, he stared intently at the banner announcing the 38.26% college entrance rate for martial arts schools at No. 3 Middle School last year, and spat out a mouthful of saliva in disdain.

"Pah! A pile of disgusting dog shit, what right do you have to define my future?"

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!"

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young man's potential, we'll see!"

……

People say that July is scorching hot, but Li Xunhuan feels that the heat of June is the most unbearable.

"Sorry! Our boss is looking to hire someone with at least three years of experience in the same industry, someone who can get up to speed as quickly as possible!"

"Damn it, you don't even give me a job opportunity, how am I supposed to gain work experience? It's a waste of my time!"

"Hello, we are recruiting management trainees. The monthly salary is 1200 yuan, meals and accommodation are provided, and there is a 12-person dormitory. There is no overtime pay... What is your educational background?"

"..."

"Thank you for making the trip! But after considering everything, we still hope to find someone local with a car and a house, someone stable!"

"To be able to describe getting something for free in such a refined and elegant way, your company's boss is truly a genius!"

Li Xunhuan looked up at the sky, trying hard not to let the bitterness of life fall upon her.

His lifeless pupils reflected the towering skyscrapers on either side.

On the suspended display screen, the latest magnetic levitation flying car is speeding through the air, showcasing the life of a successful young master with luxury cars and beautiful women—a life that is never for the lowly commoners.

Whether in this life or a past life.

Memories flooded Li Xunhuan's mind, flashing back to warm and beautiful scenes from her previous life.

In his previous life, he was born in a harmonious rural village where the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard. He lived a simple, joyful, peaceful, and carefree life.

In middle age, life is mostly about being ordinary and unremarkable, except for the hectic work schedule.

For the past eighteen years, he has never been able to understand how someone as ordinary as him could board the time-travel flight and arrive in this vast interstellar era of martial arts.

Is it just because he doesn't understand the concept of "lying flat" for young people?

Throughout his life, he prioritized grades in childhood, academic qualifications in adulthood, salary at work, a house and car in adulthood, a wife in marriage, and children in middle age...

Before he even reached fifty, he went bald in middle age, suffered from high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, and in his final moments, he couldn't hold on any longer and suffered a heart attack, dying in the boss's conference room, his face ashen.

The only saving grace is that his wife is his original child, his children are his own, his parents are healthy, and he's sure to get the exorbitant compensation money.

An ordinary person's life seems to have no highlights, nor any unfulfilled regrets.

Is life too tiring?

Ah, who doesn't get tired of living their whole life?

Just take things as they come!

Therefore, when he regained his memories after being reborn and realized that he had traveled to a great era of martial arts where interstellar warfare was taking place, he decided to live for himself in this life.

Therefore, he made a life plan early on.

Work hard to make money before you turn thirty, and retire and relax after you turn thirty.

Piloting his own interstellar spaceship, he travels through the stars and traverses the universe to seek out alien landscapes he has never seen before.

But the plan was wonderful, while reality was extremely cruel.

Li Xunhuan, a child prodigy from an orphanage, was defeated from the start by the nationwide genetic testing of the interstellar high-martial-arts era. She could speak in one month, crawl in three months, and walk upright in six months.

"Li Xunhuan, martial arts potential 0.5, poor!"

Prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain; no matter how hard you try, you can't move it.

The assessment that his martial arts potential was "inferior" permeated his eighteen years of life.

While other elementary school students could punch with 300 kilograms of force, he could punch with 50 kilograms.

While other junior high school students could punch with 600 kilograms of force, he could punch with 200 kilograms.

While other high school students could punch with 800 kilograms of force, he could punch with 500 kilograms.

Then, he was expelled from the No. 3 Martial Arts School.

He was nominally a high school dropout, but in reality, he was trying to make a living on his own.

He can't go back to the orphanage, he's been expelled from the martial arts school, and now, as a newly minted member of society, Li Xunhuan can only work as a food delivery driver.

Just as Li Xunhuan was feeling utterly hopeless, thinking that he could lie down and die while he was still young and see if a rich woman would see through his stubborn exterior and discover his unique talent, showering him with money and begging him to get in her car and be her sugar daddy.

[Ding-dong!]

A series of cold, mechanical sounds shattered Li Xunhuan's daydream.

[Host Li Xunhuan has been detected to be 18 years old. The "Many Children, Many Blessings" system is officially activated!]