Ao abrir e fechar os olhos, Qin Zhe percebeu que havia transmigrado para um mundo paralelo onde a energia espiritual estava ressurgindo. Ué? Existe uma barra de status e até 100 pontos iniciais de potencial? Espera aí! Por que todos os pontos foram adicionados à constituição só porque dei uma olhada? Droga, não! Olhando para as três vias de cultivo — imortal, demoníaca e marcial — colocadas diante de si, Qin Zhe ficou desesperado. Ele achava que talvez tivesse perdido um início perfeito...
Chapter 1: What If You Add Points Wrong After Transmigrating?
Early morning, Room 303, Male Dormitory, Haicheng University.
Qin Zhe lay dazed on the upper bunk, his mind a haze.
He felt as if he had transmigrated…
One moment, he had been lying in the tiny apartment he’d painstakingly saved up for; in the next blink, he found himself in a student dormitory.
This dorm room was all too familiar. It was the room he had lived in during his university days—the poster of that blue sea on the wall had been stuck there by his own hand.
The problem was… Qin Zhe had already graduated ten whole years ago!
Still trying to make sense of the situation, a blaring alarm sounded from the neighboring bed, followed by a startled exclamation.
“Damn! It’s already eight-thirty!”
In his stupor, Qin Zhe watched as a tall figure suddenly flipped up from the bed in a fluid motion, landing squarely on the floor.
That move… as graceful as could be.
If only the guy weren’t clad in nothing but a pair of red boxers, it might have been perfect.
But that wasn’t the point—the point was that his actions were simply too smooth! Under normal circumstances, jumping off the bed like that would have at least ended with a hilarious fall, if not a minor disaster.
Sensing Qin Zhe’s gaze, the tall figure turned, pulled on a pair of pants, and remarked with a strange look, “What are you staring at, Old Qin? It’s early in the morning—don’t be so gay.”
Qin Zhe finally got a clear look at the man’s face and felt even more bewildered.