Chapter Nine: The Warrior

“Ah~ it hurts so much~”
At noon the next day, Luo Yuan woke from his coma. He glanced at his phone; it was 12:18.
Enduring the pain throughout his body, he opened his personal attribute panel, and immediately his eyes widened in shock.
“Name: Luo Yuan
Strength: Apprentice Level (Junior Warrior)
Power: 1500 kilograms
Speed: 30 meters/second
Defense: 1500 kilograms
Spirit: 500 kilograms
Techniques: None
Skills: Body Movement (Subtle Level)”
“I’ve actually become a warrior?” Luo Yuan could hardly believe it, but the attribute panel wouldn’t lie; he had tested it himself.
For strength (punch force), the qualifying line for the ‘Quasi-Warrior Assessment’ was—900 kilograms! For speed, the line was—25 meters/second! That’s four seconds per hundred meters.
But now Luo Yuan’s power nearly doubled the standard for a quasi-warrior, and his speed was five meters per second faster.
“Even among junior warriors, my attributes are quite high now. But when it comes to actual combat, things are uncertain.”

Though Luo Yuan’s abilities had improved greatly, and he jumped straight to the warrior level—a dream for countless trainees—he calmed down after a brief excitement. In the eyes of formidable warriors, this level of strength was little more than that of an ant, even if it was impressive among ordinary people.
It had taken him less than a week to rise from an ordinary person to warrior level, yet he had never fought anyone. In actual combat, he was still a novice, which worried him, since the quasi-warrior assessment tested combat ability.
Combining neural reaction speed with running speed forms the skill of body movement. In battle, body movement is crucial. According to common knowledge, body movement training requires a solid foundation, usually ten years of hard work. Afterward, years of fighting monsters would cultivate dodging instincts, gradually becoming proficient.
Mastery means achieving a reflexive ease—solid foundation, proficiency, and effortless execution. These are the first three levels of body movement. Above them is the subtle level, which Luo Yuan possessed.
Subtle level means extremely precise control over power and the body, allowing for the most exquisite evasions at minimal cost. Every movement and dodge seems calculated by a computer!
Even among powerful battle generals, many haven’t reached the subtle level in body movement. One can imagine how difficult it is; the challenge lies in that any slight mistake during small-scale dodges could result in being struck by a monster—usually leading to injury or death.
Luo Yuan smiled as he looked at his attribute panel, marveling at the difference a cheat ability makes. For an ordinary person to reach warrior strength in a week would be mere fantasy, but with his property-stealing cheat, as long as he stayed low-key and careful, following strong fighters and picking up attributes, he would inevitably become powerful himself.
But in this world, only the protagonist Luo Feng advanced unstoppably, so it seemed wise to build a good relationship with him; otherwise, leaving Earth might prove impossible.
After getting up and tidying himself, Luo Yuan prepared to withdraw from Yian Third High School. In this world, aside from glancing at a history textbook, he had forgotten all other high school knowledge. The college entrance exam was not worth embarrassing himself over; becoming a warrior was the better path.
That cold, elegant woman still had not returned—likely facing some difficulty—but Luo Yuan was unconcerned.
Taking the bus, Luo Yuan arrived at Yian Third High School and stood at the entrance to his classroom. His homeroom teacher, Cui Dashan, was lecturing, and the few strands of hair on his bald, Mediterranean-like head swung with his gestures, which Luo Yuan found amusing.
Frankly, Luo Yuan’s memories held little fondness for this opportunistic homeroom teacher, but he politely refrained from interrupting his class, waiting outside for the period to end.
“Ding-ling-ling~”
The bell rang, students slumped in their seats, and Luo Yuan entered, immediately drawing attention.
“Luo Yuan, you dare show up? Why didn’t you answer my call yesterday? Don’t want your diploma? Don’t want to take the college entrance exam?…” Cui Dashan suddenly unleashed a barrage of words at Luo Yuan.

“Please keep your foul mouth shut. I’m here to withdraw from school today,” Luo Yuan replied calmly.
“You… you really are hopeless. Fine, even if you took the exam you wouldn’t get into a good university anyway. If you want to quit, go ahead.” Cui Dashan offered no resistance; he saw no reason to worry about an average student.
Luo Yuan chuckled, then went directly to the academic office to process his withdrawal. However, since it was just a month before the entrance exam, the director and principal refused, citing the negative impact. Helpless, Luo Yuan presented his senior trainee card, and their demeanor shifted from shock to flattery, saying they would discuss it before replying.
Returning to the classroom, Luo Yuan sat idly at his desk, waiting for the director and principal’s decision. His classmates glanced at him with disdain, none bothering to speak. The original Luo Yuan had been somewhat reclusive and was an orphan, offering little value for friendship. Luo Yuan enjoyed the peace; in his mind, they no longer belonged to the same world.
“Wow, look, Liu Ting is here!” a boy suddenly exclaimed, excited.
“Isn’t she one of Yian Third High’s three senior trainees, a martial arts genius? I heard she’s very proud—came only once at the start of the term and was never seen again. Why is she here now?” a girl wondered aloud.
Luo Yuan looked out the window—a cold, aloof girl in a pleated school uniform was walking toward his classroom. She was slender, her legs made especially long by thigh-high white stockings, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her face was pure, but her eyes showed no emotion, and she glanced coldly at those around her.
Curiously, this Liu Ting entered the classroom and walked straight toward Luo Yuan’s desk.
“Hello, Luo Yuan. I’m Liu Ting, senior trainee at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. Would you mind finding a place to talk?”
With a sweet smile, Liu Ting addressed Luo Yuan, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Wow~” The students stared in disbelief, stunned that the martial arts prodigy and heiress Liu Ting would personally seek out such an inconspicuous figure, and with such politeness—something never seen at Yian Third High.
Luo Yuan regarded this character, who was merely a background figure in the original story, uncertain how to respond. This unexpected visitor must have learned about his advancement to senior trainee yesterday, but that alone wouldn’t warrant her personal visit. Clearly, something unknown was at play.
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