"Ding!"

"Welcome player Long Hao to enter the Martial God Continent!"

Inside the quaint thatched cottage, Long Hao was completely confused.

"Bluesky, have I been abducted by aliens?" Long Hao gasped.

Early in the morning, he had heard a "ding" from his computer, thinking that the 12GB action film had finished downloading.

Still half asleep, he immediately grabbed the Kleenex at the side of his bed, his heart pounding hundred and twenty beats, and came in front of the computer.

When he opened the Little Thunder downloader, the movie didn't finish downloading. Instead, a game named "God Executioner" was inexplicably downloaded.

This made him so angry that he angrily threw the tissue: "What kind of downloader! It's too disgraceful. I can tolerate bundled downloads, but it even messed up my movie!"

Long Hao was extremely depressed, looking at the game's cover featuring a beautiful woman's photo, cursing: "Today's games are utterly vulgar, thinking that having a beautiful woman on the cover can attract players, childish, boring!"

While he was self-righteously denouncing it, his body faithfully opened the "God Executioner" game.

Then, he inexplicably traveled through time...

And received a new identity--

Long Hao, a martial arts student of the Overlord Martial Arts Academy in Ancient Moon City!

Same name, same surname, surprisingly similar to the plot of the novel Long Hao previously read on Zhang Yue.

The original body's owner was a determined and filial teenager. Although born into a poor family, he did not give up on himself. He practiced for eight hours every day, persisting for a full one thousand two hundred and fifty days, and finally was admitted to the best martial arts academy in Ancient Moon City.

His hard work was merely for the aim of securing a simple position as a catchpoll in the future, capable of supporting the mother who had raised him through thick and thin.

When these memories flowed into his mind, his eyes became slightly moist.

Wasn't he just like this? All smiles outside, but only he knew his own warmth and chill when he got home.

While others graduated from college and immediately went to work for big companies like Penguin Ali, as a hillside child coming to the big city, he could only deliver food while learning coding by himself. It took him seven years to barely enter a small network security company as a temporary worker, working overtime until late at night, and sending two-thirds of his monthly salary back to his hometown.

"Having been through all this, I don't know what my parents are doing, they must be so worried. I have to find a way to return!" Dragon Hao clenched his fist tightly.

Just at this moment,

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to Dragon Hao for formally opening up the Super Slaying System!"

"During the host's journey through different worlds, the system designer will send 1000 yuan pension to the host's parents every month. As the host's cultivation level increases, the monthly amount will also be raised."

Damn, you think this petty amount is enough to support my parents?

Even if you gave a million, it can't compare to me accompanying them for dumplings on New Year's Eve!

Before Dragon Hao could come back to his senses, the system character interface appeared in his mind.

Player: Dragon Hao

Level: 0

The world of Martial God is divided into Martial Practitioner, Martial Knight, Martial Master, Martial Spirit, Martial General, Martial Marquis, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Ancestor, Martial Talent, Saint, Martial Emperor. Each realm is divided into one to nine levels. The realm above Martial Emperor, player has no authority to view

Skill: Breeze Swordsmanship

Practiced by lower level students in the Hegemon Martial Academy

Health Condition: Severe Martial Spirit Damage

"Martial Spirit unable to be repaired?"

Dragon Hao couldn't help but frown. The martial god continent mainly focusses on the cultivation of martial spirits, no wonder his level was only zero.

Creak—

The wooden door was pushed open. A woman with a haggard appearance and red-rimmed eyes walked in, carrying a bowl of chicken soup in her hands.

"Dragon Hao, your body has not fully recovered yet. Have some chicken soup to warm you up."

A motherly concern flickered in her eyes, a hint of sorrow suddenly passing by, pretending to be strong.

Dragon Hao stood there in astonishment, until the woman spoon-fed him the chicken soup.

"Hao, I know you've been wronged, but I... have no ability to avenge you." The woman, with a wan smile on her face, continued in a low voice, "Your mother is just a worthless seamstress, all I know is some menial sewing work..."

This woman was indeed Dragon Hao's biological mother, her name was Meng Xiurou. She was once the legitimate daughter of the Meng family in the Ancient Moon City!

Dragon Hao felt a sense of bitterness between mother and son all of a sudden.

Perhaps it was due to the soul obsession of the original flesh he had merged with, coupled with their blood relation. This feeling of blood being thicker than water immediately tightened their bond.

"Since I can't go back for now, she will be my birth mother, the scale on my father's back that must not be touched!"

Note: An idiom implying something or someone that is untouchable or should not be provoked

Dragon Hao then quickly wiped his mother's tears away with his sleeve and said, "Mom, I’m fine."

"You're gravely wounded in your Martial Spirit, and you're saying you're fine?"

Suddenly, a sharp and acerbic voice echoed from outside the house, followed by a burly man with a twitching corner of his mouth.

This man's name was Wang Dayear, a low profile blacksmith in the Ancient Moon City who had often cast covetous eyes on Meng Xiurou and came to harass her.

"Long Hao, you actually have the audacity to have a crush on Qin Xuan’er, the number one beauty in Ba Tian Wu Academy? Do you, a toad, also want to chew on swan meat?"

"You deserved to be bullied by the flower protector Zhao Zichu, ending up with your martial arts completely wasted, and your future utterly destroyed!"

Upon saying this, Wang Dayear burst into laughter.

At this moment, Long Hao had finally digested all the memories of his physical body, and his martial spirit was tormented and destroyed by the soul-eating bug used by Zhao Zichu.

Long Hao admired the academy belle Qin Xuan’er, but he also knew his status was too humble to deserve her.

Thus, he would carve a likeness of Qin Xuan’er with a small knife to ease his lovesick mind.

As seasons passed, he had made three hundred wood carvings and stored them under his bed.

Not knowing who had taken these wood carvings to Zhao Zichu to curry favor, he provoked the wrath of this flower protector. He was subsequently hung up on the artificial hill in the back garden of the martial arts academy. He was flogged with a spicy oil whip after they took off his top.

That day was in the midst of a heavy snowfall, which could freeze a person into a blue ball.

The snowflakes fell into the wounds, causing excruciating pain.

Exhausted but not appeased, Zhao Zichu had a servant fetch a soul-eating bug from his house and drove it into Long Hao's brow.

The soul-eating bug is a poisonous creature that can destroy a martial soul. It is also one of the top three cruelest tortures in the penal history of Ancient Moon City.

For a poor lad like him, having his martial soul destroyed equates to his life's prospects being cut off. All the blood and sweat he had shed for cultivation were in vain.

"Forget to tell you, those wood carvings were the ones that this master here stole from your house. Mister Zichu even rewarded me with a hundred taels of silver, hahaha!"

Wang Dayear, a villain in luck, could not stop laughing.

"Why would you do this?"

Dragon Hao gritted his teeth in rage, unable to believe that there was such a malevolent person in the world.

Meng Xiurou also gritted her teeth next to him, her eyes flashing with sorrow and resentment.

"Why? Good question you asked there."

"Isn’t it because you've spoiled my plans over and over again?"

"On the 7th day of the 7th month last year, I followed your mother home for the first time, planning to have some fun, but you caught me in the act and beat me for a full half hour, even breaking my legs."

"Last winter, my leg injury had finally recovered. While you returned to the martial academy for your training, I thought of having some fun with your mother again, but you returned home early, resulting in me getting beaten up by you again!"

"On the 7th day of the 7th month this year, I was recovering from my injuries at home, planning to find your mother after a few days. But you came to my house and crippled me first, saying I might make trouble while you are at martial academy, so better beat me first as if in advance …"

At this point, Wang Dayear was so furious that his eyeballs were about to bulge out.

No wonder this old chap gave Dragon Hao's wood carvings to Zhao Zichu, it was his way of getting his revenge.

"Now, you're a cripple, and I can finally force your mother to do some shameful things with me, hehehehe."

Wang Dayear revealed a lecherous grin, his laughter horribly unsightly.

"You wouldn’t dare!"

Long Hao stepped forward, enduring the sounds of his internal wounds tearing.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations player Long Hao for crushing seventy ants to death, you have gained 7 experience points!”

The voice of the God Slaying System echoed in his mind, startling Long Hao who promptly shifted his left foot, retreating backwards.

With this action, another unexpected event took place –

"Ding!"

"Congratulations player Long Hao for crushing the First Ant Queen of the Ancient Moon City to death, gaining 300 experience points.”

"Ding!"

"Congratulations player Long Hao for advancing to a First Level Martial Warrior!”

"Congratulations player Long Hao for advancing to a Second Level Martial Warrior!”

"Congratulations player Long Hao for advancing to a Third Level Martial Warrior!”