Chapter 2: The Beginning of the Story

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Wang Jingyuan
Male
Twenty-four years old
Native of Rongdu

Straight! Absolutely straight! A true native of Rongdu!!!

An unremarkable family, an unremarkable childhood, an unremarkable educational background.

After graduating from university, he worked at a local trading company. One day, after work, without even ordering takeout, he opened his computer to play a new game he had just purchased.

He had heard this newly released game featured collaborations with many major IPs and touted hardcore realism. Wang Jingyuan had been looking forward to it for a long time.

As the game loaded, just as Wang Jingyuan was rubbing his hands in anticipation, his vision suddenly went black, his body felt heavy, as if he had fallen into a pitch-dark abyss.

Then, something struck the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.

When he awoke, he found himself in another world—more precisely, inside the game’s world.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw himself lying on the floor of a luxurious mansion’s living room, surrounded by strangers—well, beautiful strangers.

And one flashy, effeminate young man.

Above their heads floated their names; Wang Jingyuan later confirmed this.

Even more, each name was followed by a health bar, which he also verified afterward.

“Hmph! Sisters, I told you he was faking, right?”

“Don’t think we’ll pity you just because you pretend to faint!”

Listening to their exaggerated chatter, Wang Jingyuan stood up and gathered some information from their fragmented words.

These chattering beautiful women were his sisters, his biological sisters. He himself was the long-lost biological son who had just been brought back. Why was he just brought back?

Because he had been abducted as a child.

To ease their yearning for him, the family had adopted a foster son during the years they were searching for him.

Though he had been found recently, due to the lack of years of companionship, these family members were actually closer to the foster son than to their own biological son...

Wang Jingyuan shook his head. Well, isn’t this just the plot of those idiotic melodramas?

It was all the same old online novel clichés from over a decade ago—no real plot, no logic, just intense emotional tug-of-war.

What happened next was simple. Since he confirmed this was the game world, Wang Jingyuan quickly adjusted to his role as a seasoned player.

What is the core principle for a gamer?

One word.

Pleasure!

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Games are created to please players, so naturally, one should enjoy to the fullest.

Though those melodramatic plots were utterly stupid, every time Wang Jingyuan encountered them, he couldn't help but feel a spike of anger.

He didn’t know how the transmigration happened, but since he had entered such a scripted game world, it was actually quite fortunate! Wait, something was off!

Wang Jingyuan explored his current body and realized it was identical to his eighteen-year-old self.

He didn’t even feel happy about being six years younger; instead, he immediately rushed to the nearest mirror.

Seeing his reflection, a wave of disappointment surged within him.

His eighteen-year-old body was slender and elongated, with fair, delicate skin and a handsome, refined face.

Though it was his past self, this appearance gave the twenty-four-year-old Wang Jingyuan no sense of identification.

The sturdy, muscular, and practical body was gone.

The broad waist that could absorb shocks and stabilize his center was gone.

The imposing “dumpling” ears that served as a natural deterrent were gone.

Staring at the mirror and tracing his delicate collarbone, Wang Jingyuan felt a sudden melancholy. Alas! How could someone with this fresh-faced look suit armor and wield weapons?

One of his sisters snapped impatiently, “Hey! What are you freaking out about?”

The effeminate young man, with a mocking tone, chimed in, “Second sister, stop it. I know, Jingyuan is only like this because I’m in this family…”

Annoyed by the incessant chattering, Wang Jingyuan abruptly turned toward the effeminate young man.

Boy, everyone else’s health bars are yellow, why is yours red?

“I’m really fired up right now, and you, NPC, just happen to be here to cool me down!”

Saying that, Wang Jingyuan lunged at him.

Through trial and error, Wang Jingyuan discovered his physical condition was exactly the same as when he was eighteen. The NPCs on the field were at normal human levels.

The three female NPCs were negligible; due to natural physical differences between sexes and lack of special training, the strength gap was huge.

The remaining male NPC, the family’s foster son, had physical fitness similar to Wang Jingyuan’s.

But he had zero combat experience and was promptly caught in a flying cross arm lock, breaking his arm.

[“Martial Arts” proficiency +1]

When the three female NPCs saw their younger brother being attacked, their faces instantly paled and they rushed to stop him.

However, facing the overwhelming stats and combat experience of Wang Jingyuan, they never even got up. Using ground techniques, he dragged them down one by one.

Then broke their arms.

Wang Jingyuan didn’t press the advantage. He simply stood up, dusted himself off, found a chair, and sat down to study his game interface.

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During this time, a few tried to resist, but any attempt to get up was met with a flurry of punches and kicks.

Those who cursed were met with punches and kicks.

Those who begged for mercy were met with punches and kicks.

Eventually, they all learned their lessons and lay silently on the ground.

Wang Jingyuan pondered quietly: defeating red-named enemies raised proficiency, but defeating yellow-named ones yielded nothing?

The sound of the front door opening came from the entrance. Wang Jingyuan turned to see a middle-aged couple enter.

Dressed ostentatiously like nouveau riche, they were presumably his NPC parents.

What surprised Wang Jingyuan was that their health bars were green.

The couple, brimming with smiles and carrying bags, froze upon seeing the four sprawled on the floor.

Seeing Wang Jingyuan calmly seated, they immediately understood what had happened.

The parents’ health bars flickered, showing a hint of yellow, but then stabilized back to green.

Still, the man resembling his father was furious, glaring at Wang Jingyuan.

“Alright, just got home and you’re already hitting your sisters and brothers so hard! I used to practice Sanshou when I was young. Want to spar with me?!”

[Wang Guowei has challenged you to a duel.]

[Accept? Yes/No]

Wang Jingyuan glanced at the middle-aged man’s name above his head: “So you’re Wang Guowei?”

“You ungrateful son, don’t you even recognize your own father?!”

Confirming the man’s identity, Wang Jingyuan nodded, stood up, jumped a few steps in place, then shifted into a blade stance.

“Yes.”

...

[“Martial Arts” proficiency +1]

When Wang Guowei collapsed clutching his broken arm, he was still stunned, staring in disbelief at the son who had just broken his arm.

Wang Jingyuan clenched his fist. When he twisted his “father’s” arm earlier, it felt strangely effortless—that must be the effect of the increased proficiency.

Glancing at Wang Guowei’s health bar, still green, he realized that if the opponent initiated a sparring challenge and he accepted, he could gain proficiency even against friendly units.

Then...

Wang Jingyuan turned to the noblewoman standing stunned nearby.

“Chen Xiumei, I want to duel you one-on-one.”