Chapter 20: Chapter 20, Second Reincarnation, Another Hellish Start

Chapter 20, Second Reincarnation, Another Hellish Start

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

He Chuan stayed at home and did not go out.

His daily life was taken care of by the secretary, Jiang Wenyue.

He did not know whether it was an illusion or not.

After that embarrassing phone call, this girl always dressed sexily and acted frivolously every time she came to see him as if she was deliberately seducing him.

He Chuan ignored her. He was more willing to improve himself than to enjoy the beauty.

During this time, he had been sorting out the harvest of his first reincarnation.

After reviewing the deduction notes, he immersed himself in the knowledge of the reincarnation forum.

There were right and wrong contents, and only the deduction system could filter out the correct information.

The effect of taking the spirit fruit also showed up at this time.

He Chuan clearly felt that his efficiency in using the deduction system had more than doubled.

However, there was still a huge gap compared to his first reincarnation who had 'He Clan's syndrome'.

If that "He Chuan's" brain was comparable to a quantum computer, then he was now just an ordinary calculator.

It could even be stuck at eight-digit multiplication and division.

There were not many ways to improve this.

One could either keep taking the spirit fruits or enter the next reincarnation to look for opportunities.

"Let's just reincarnate."

On the night of the seventh day, He Chuan logged out of the forum. After explaining what he wanted to do to the butler, the reincarnator guard drove him to the nearest Reincarnation Square.

[Retrieving target's identity... Connecting with the characters of the reincarnation world... Connected successfully!]

[The world you are about to descend into is: Martial Arts World!]

[Do you want to receive the background information?]

"Yes!"

This time, He Chuan did not hesitate.

A large amount of information flowed through his mind. Instantly, he had a rough understanding of the world he was about to reincarnate into.

"Low-level martial arts world. Looks like there's no need to prepare a temporary talent so as not to affect the score."

"Let's start the reincarnation."

As soon as he said that, endless light engulfed him.

The world was spinning again.

When He Cuan woke up again, he was already in a dilapidated temple.

He looked down.

Fortunately, this was not a newborn baby.

He was already a seven or eight-year-old brat.

Afterward, more information appeared in his mind.

[Character background: You were born in a rural family. You were born with no meridians and could not practice martial arts. Your body was extremely weak and will suffer from illnesses every few days.]

[The plague was prevalent in the village and many people were suffering from it. It was difficult for them to recover. In order to avoid being blamed, the county magistrate who manages this area deceived the higher-ups and delude the people. He used the excuse of brewing medicinal soup to treat the illness to lure the entire village to a remote temple outside the city. In reality, he locked everyone in this place and left them to fend for themselves.]

[Your parents could not survive the hunger and illness, and both of them passed away. You became an orphan, and just as you were about to die, the monk in the temple could not bear to see you, a little child dies, so he brought you along.]

[Even though it was hard for him to survive, he was still very good to you. Every day, he gave you more than half of the food that he gained hard.]

...

Very good, it was another hellish start.

Very much to his taste.

He Chuan stretched his body and began to familiarize himself with his own situation.

Crack!

His bones and joints rang!

Accompanied by a feeling of pain or numbness, he immediately gave up the idea of continuing to move.

This was born with no meridians?

Too weak.

As weak as a chicken!

This was really out of the question.

He seriously suspected that he wouldn't be able to walk halfway when his bones suddenly couldn't bear the weight of his body and broke in the middle.

So He Chuan closed his eyes and connected his mind to the reincarnation mark.

There were three things stored in it.

Deduction notes, Gene reagent (perfect version), and Heavenly Dao Simulation.

"Use Heavenly Dao Simulation."

He Chuan ordered in his heart.

This was something he obtained through reincarnation. It did not count as a foreign object and would not affect the final score.

Soon, pieces of information appeared in his mind.

This was a simulation of his future life.

The story was very long.

He was now more than seven years old. By the time the simulation reached the age of nine, the sky had already become dark.

At night, in these ancient times in the open fields of the countryside, there would occasionally be wild beasts.

It was even more dangerous in this remote place.

Just as He Chuan was considering whether to stop the simulation first, the story of the age of nine ended and he turned ten.

The story only lasted for a few seconds before the last line of words appeared in front of his eyes.

[You're dead.]

He Chuan felt a chill on his back as if he had seen the end of his life.

He would die in two more years?

What kind of joke was this?

Suddenly, a wrinkled hand pressed on his shoulder.

He Chuan was shocked. He turned around only to find that it was the monk who had brought him along.

"The wind is strong at night. Don't stand at the door, let's go back."

"Yes, Master."

He Chuan nodded obediently and perfectly blended into his current persona.

The monk closed the dilapidated temple door and blocked it with wood. Then, he brought He Chuan back to his house.

On the way, they passed by a large hall. It was the place where they worshipped Buddha in the temple.

The place that was supposed to be permeated with a solemn atmosphere was now filled with men and women in shabby clothes.

He Chuan coughed from time to time. In his eyes, it was the constant interaction between the viruses.

He did not take any precautions and slowly walked through the crowd.

Everyone here was infected with the plague. No one was spared. It did not matter whether they were blocked or not.

Fortunately, the mortality rate of the disease was not high. It was just torturing. Otherwise, they would not have two years to live.

The monk returned to his residence and took out half of the broken pancake from the corner of the stone bed. He tore off a small piece with his cracked hands.

After that, he took out the gray bamboo tube hanging on the wall and handed it to He Chuan.

He Chuan had long been hungry to the point of making gurgling sounds alone. At that moment, he did not dislike it and directly put the pancake into his mouth to chew.

In the end, he almost lost his teeth to the hard rock-like pancake.

He had no choice but to take a sip of the water in the bamboo tube, soak it slowly, and then swallow it after it softened.

During this time, He Chuan accidentally drank two more mouthfuls of water.

Who would have thought that the bamboo tube, which was quite heavy when picked up, would actually drunk to the bottom? When he poured it again, only one or two drops of water remained.

"..."

He Chuan looked at the monk in confusion.

Was eating and drinking so tight now?

After being surprised, he felt a little embarrassed.

If he drank all the water, what should the monk do?

The monk did not speak. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile as if he wanted to tell He Chuan that it was okay, but it looked a little ugly.

He silently tore off a cake that was not even the size of a finger and slowly put it into his mouth.

After that, he climbed onto the head of the bed and sat cross-legged in meditation, silently reciting the scriptures in his heart.

Sigh!

He Chuan saw it and sighed slightly in his heart.

This reincarnation seemed to be more difficult than he had imagined.