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Martial Calendar Year 2045, Cang Province, Tianhai City.
It was September, the scorching summer, and the entire city was shrouded in heat.
Rongshan Community, Building 4, Room 301
5:30
“Beep beep beep beep!”
Lin Qi’s eyes snapped open. He sat up instantly, reaching for the blaring phone alarm on his bedside table and silencing it.
With the alarm gone, only the whirring of the blue electric fan remained, thick, stifling air hanging in the atmosphere.
He looked around—a cramped bedroom.
The bed was a bunk: the upper bunk piled with luggage and miscellaneous items, beside the bed stood an old brown wooden desk.
The walls were covered in posters, most striking among them, a huge one depicting a man with blurred features, an imposing figure wreathed in golden flames.
Beneath his feet lay a massive, fierce black dragon beast, its terrifying aura almost bursting from the poster.
A bold line of characters swept across the poster:
“Effort is the stairway to strength—The Red Emperor, Strongest in the World.”
Apart from these, there were hardly any other furnishings—simple, bare.
The fifteen-square-meter room had a clear space in the center, its floor marked by deep footprints worn by time.
Lin Qi stood, pulling on a faded school uniform shirt.
He opened the door and stepped into the tiny bathroom for his morning routine.
“Swish swish!”
Toilet, brushing teeth, washing face—all done in one swift motion; grime washed away, he was refreshed.
Lin Qi gazed at his reflection: