Eastern Huang Fledgling III Star, Youzhou Settlement Zone.
Steel-reinforced buildings stood in rows across the land, stretching for hundreds of miles.
“Why don’t men take up their hooks, and reclaim fifty stars of the Eastern Domain!”
“Conquer one star today, ten stars tomorrow; only through battle.”
“Breaking News! Nine Dragons Group offers a special cultivation plan. As long as you meet the requirements, the Nine Dragons Group will cover your upbringing loan!”
Slogans full of the times emanated from a Flying Shuttle displaying banners.
Fairly reaching the ears of every user.
In a certain home, in a certain building, before the floor-to-ceiling window.
A young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a handsome face and wearing shorts, was performing various strange movements with his body.
Each change in posture brought a hint of pain to his delicate face.
Even his teeth began to tremble uncontrollably.
Perhaps the recent slogans had disrupted Bai Jing’s rhythm, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.
“Damn it, do they really need to broadcast slogans three times a day? I’m seriously fed up.”
Bai Jing watched the departing Flying Shuttle, a bit speechless, and couldn't help but curse.
He lay on the ground for several minutes before finally getting up.
He looked down at his current physique.
Eight-pack abs, even his serratus anterior muscles formed shark lines, coupled with his tall stature of 1.85 meters and handsome face.
“If this were my previous life, if I just lay down like this, my life would immediately take a shortcut…”
Bai Jing sighed with a touch of melancholy.
But the mistake was that he had Transmigrated to the Interstellar Era.
And it was still wartime.
It was unknown which generation started having problems, but more and more people were unwilling to have children, which led to a severe shortage of human soldiers.
After mandatory measures and rewards proved ineffective.
The Federal Alliance reluctantly chose cloning and in vitro fertilization.
Of course, the Alliance still had some humanity; they were all conceived ex utero for ten months and then raised until adulthood after birth.
And they received 12 years of compulsory education.
They could also enjoy various welfare benefits.
Looking at it this way, it wasn't bad.
But all of this came at a cost.
“Damn it, when I was born, no one said I’d have to carry a loan!”
When Bai Jing thought of the long string of zeros on the loan, he felt his vision go dark.
Others Transmigrate to enjoy life; he Transmigrated to carry a birth loan.
It was simply a birth…
Since it was a loan, not being able to repay it naturally came with a price.
And the price was simple.
That was to join the Federal Army, go to the front lines for three years, and after three years, all loans would be paid by the Federal Alliance.
On the battlefield, one had to face Universe races.
The weaker ones were like Captain America on average.
The stronger ones could even destroy stars.
Of course, to give these cannon fodder some self-preservation ability, the Alliance also made efforts.
For example, they taught the Old Martial Arts, which had been eliminated for an unknown number of years, as compulsory education for the cannon fodder to practice.
Why say Old Martial Arts? Because this thing was eliminated.
This method of Cultivation was known for being slow.
And it also had some side effects.
After each Cultivation, there would be a period of weakness, during which high-nutrient substances were needed for replenishment.
To describe it in Bai Jing's previous life's terms, it was:
Consuming current HP to increase HP cap.
It was precisely because of this characteristic that Old Martial Arts was swept into the trash heap early on.
But the appearance of the cannon fodder gave Old Martial Arts a second spring.
“With my current strength, going to the battlefield, I’m afraid I can’t even beat a small soldier of a Universe race…”
Thinking about the Cultivation process just now, Bai Jing only felt bitterness in his heart.
He endured the loan; as long as he didn't die, he would eventually succeed.
But in a month, he would have to go to the front lines and risk his life against Universe races.
He couldn't even be considered a Martial Artist now; he could only be called a quasi-Martial Artist.
This strength was cannon fodder among cannon fodder.
Thinking about a month later, Bai Jing gritted his teeth, got up, walked to the refrigerator, and took out a gel-like substance, somewhat resembling a cat treat.
He slurped it into his mouth in a few bites.
A complex flavor exploded in his mouth.
“Even if I have to risk my life, I must reach the First-Order Martial Artist level within a month.”
Due to the limitations of Old Martial, there was no time to Cultivate on the battlefield. If one finished Cultivating and encountered a raid on the camp, they would be a fish on a chopping board.
Only by reaching the First-Order could one be considered to have some self-preservation ability.
Not to die as soon as they went up.
Feeling the high-concentration nutrient solution being digested and his physical strength gradually recovering, Bai Jing’s anxiety gradually faded.
After his condition recovered mostly, he resumed Cultivating.
Then he again made himself sweat profusely and collapse onto the ground.
Bai Jing lay on the floor, looking at the ceiling.
Suddenly, a gasp came from outside the window.
“Holy crap! Holy crap! Someone jumped off a building.”
Listening to the gasps outside, Bai Jing had no desire to get up and look.
Jumping off a building?
Were you even allowed to jump off a building?
Soon, a Flying Shuttle responsible for broadcasting slowly floated above the D-block settlement area.
“Cai Kun, male, 18 years and 1 month old, violated the Public Security Administration Punishment Law. This person is now sentenced to have all rights revoked and to be sent to the Black Wolf Star Domain to serve for ten years!”
It was broadcast repeatedly in a loop.
As his condition recovered somewhat, Bai Jing also stood up from the ground and looked out the window.
Humans, after ten thousand years of development, had technology beyond imagination.
Suicide was a serious crime.
Jumping off a building was an even more idiotic act.
Ding dong!
As the communicator vibrated.
Bai Jing casually took it out and glanced at it.
High School Grade 3, Class 2 chat group.
Qi Dachun: Anyone want to come out and hang out?
Zhang Yu: ??? Go out and hang out now? One month…
Qi Dachun: Now is exactly when we should hang out, later there won’t be a chance. Those who want to come, meet here.
As the group fell silent.
Bai Jing received a private message.
“Jingzi, stop practicing. Even with two more months, it’s impossible for us to reach First-Order Martial Artist. It’s better to enjoy ourselves while we can and leave some good memories.”
The message was from Qi Dachun; in his memory, his previous self had a good relationship with him.
Looking at the message, Bai Jing was a little swayed.
For half a month since his Transmigration, he had either been Cultivating or eating nutrient paste, then continuing to Cultivate.
He hadn't even explored the cities of this Interstellar Era.
His finger hovered over the virtual keyboard, about to type a ‘good,’ but in the end, he sent out a sentence: “I still want to try.”
Almost simultaneously.
The other party’s message had already arrived.
“Forget it, suit yourself. I just hope you don’t regret today’s decision when you get to the battlefield.”
Soon, the communicator returned to silence.
Bai Jing returned to the refrigerator, mechanically took out a nutrient paste, and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly rubbed his eyes. “Holy crap! I knew it, how could a person Transmigrate without a Golden Finger!”
A screen appeared in his vision, with the title:
Slightly Hacked is Not Hacked!
Bai Jing was very familiar with the content on it.
It was precisely because he had used hacks to play games that he had Transmigrated.
And this Golden Finger before him was the hack he had used in his previous life.
Feature Experience Zone!
Auto HP Recovery: Automatically restores 1% of Max HP per second 【Note: Free feature, cannot be customized. Please unlock to retry】
Continuing to look down, he saw other features.
Auto MP Recovery: Automatically restores 10% of Max MP per second 【Note: Do not max out, remember Slightly Hacked is Not Hacked】
Equipment Enhancement: No way to pay money, just a ding, and you can unlock the joy of a tycoon 【My +999 Great Saber is already thirsty for blood!】
Skill Enhancement: Comprehensively enhance range, power, values 【Recommended with Auto MP Recovery, a major mana consumer】
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