Yanhuang Star, Yangzhou District, Tianshui City, Baisha District, Tianshui City No. 95 High School, Senior Year Class 36. A boy dressed in white clothes was sitting in the last seat, his eyes lifeless as he stared at the Yanhuang Star history textbook, his mouth muttering to himself: "Am I, Xia Ping, actually an Earthling, or a native of Yanhuang Star? Could this really all be a dream?"
As he said this, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
Xia Ping was originally just an ordinary student on Yanhuang Star, no different from anyone else. However, three days ago, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, and he collapsed unconscious on the spot.
When he woke up, he was horrified to discover that an unfamiliar yet familiar memory had appeared in his mind. In that memory, he seemed to be a Huaxia native from Earth, from birth, schooling, studying, falling in love, working, getting married and having children, experiencing more than thirty years of life, and finally dying in a car accident.
Over these three days, the memories of Yanhuang Star and the memories of Earth collided and merged, causing Xia Ping's head to feel like it was splitting apart. He was dazed and confused, unable to tell where he really was, even attending classes in a trance.
However, this memory fusion was not without benefits. The pain was not endured in vain. It made his mind much more agile, and his memory became extremely powerful. Many things became clear the moment he thought about them, no longer requiring as much effort as before.
"Did you hear that? Five months. You only have five months."
A young woman stood on the classroom podium, wearing a women's suit that outlined her perfect figure, with astonishing curves. She had an exquisitely beautiful face, a pair of black-rimmed glasses resting on her fair, tender cheeks, displaying an intellectual charm. She was definitely a stunning mature beauty, capable of making countless men lose their souls.She was Xia Ping's homeroom teacher, Qiu Xue, known as Sister Qiu, possessing unfathomable martial cultivation.
"Five months later will be the college entrance examination. That will be the watershed that determines your lives."
Homeroom teacher Qiu Xue placed both hands on the podium, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the students below as she spoke with great presence. "Whether you strive to get into university or graduate and go straight to work, you must all consider these matters now. I will hand out a questionnaire—write down your future life plans. Do not write nonsense, understand?"
"Teacher, I'm only at the third level of Martial Apprentice cultivation. With results like that, is it very hard to get into university?" a female student stood up and asked."This level is very ordinary."
Homeroom teacher Qiu Xue nodded. "If you want to get into a first-rate university, that's impossible, but you can try sprinting for a third-rate university. Of course, if you want to come out and work immediately to earn money and support your family, that's also fine.
Because society is currently in great need of workers, you can choose to enter a company to work. During your employment, you can earn a large amount of money, buy various monster meats, consume various spirit medicines, and slowly improve your martial cultivation. In the future, you might even become a true martial artist, with a monthly income exceeding ten thousand, living without worries."
If Xia Ping were an Earthling, he would definitely be completely confused by this conversation, not understanding anything at all. However, he had memories of living on Yanhuang Star, so he naturally knew that Yanhuang Star was completely different from Earth, because this was a world where both martial arts and technology were extremely prosperous.
Originally, Yanhuang Star was not much different from Earth, just larger in area—about a hundred times that of Earth—with over a hundred countries distributed around it. It also went through the slave era, the feudal era, and then the capitalist era of modern society. Technology developed rapidly, and martial arts were neglected.
But changes occurred a thousand years ago. A black hole suddenly appeared in the calm skies above Yanhuang Star, spewing strange black gas that quickly spread across the entire planet.
"That strange black gas contained terrifying viruses. Even now, no one knows what the principle behind those viruses is, but without a doubt, they are extremely terrifying."
Xia Ping looked at the history book. "The entire Yanhuang Star fell into a massive catastrophe overnight. Half of the population died; all humans with weak constitutions perished.
Even more so, due to the virus, animals and plants on Yanhuang Star underwent frenzied mutations, becoming incomparably powerful—impervious to blades and bullets, resistant even to artillery fire, and difficult to kill even with missile bombardment.
Moreover, these monsters had no rationality, were bloodthirsty and cruel. Countless humans were killed at their hands, and the population was reduced by another forty percent. This period was known in history as the Era of Great Cataclysm."
However, if things had only gone this far, Xia Ping would not have been born. Although these viruses were terrifying and caused animals to evolve madly, they also brought enormous benefits to humans on Yanhuang Star, causing their bodies to evolve as well.
At the same time, Yanhuang Star frequently experienced earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, and one super-ancient ruin after another appeared. Humans discovered within these ruins some ancient martial arts techniques passed down from antiquity.
These martial arts techniques could actually allow humans to undergo even stronger evolution. Hundred-Step Divine Fist, killing with a plucked leaf, walking through the void, one against a hundred, splitting mountains and cracking stones, suppressing mountains and rivers with a fist, changing the heavens and earth—all of these became reality. Even without weapons, humans could single-handedly contend with those terrifyingly powerful monsters and become supermen.
Moreover, some super-ancient ruins not only possessed powerful and complete martial arts techniques, but also incredibly advanced technology. These things were rapidly absorbed and digested by humanity, causing their overall strength to soar.
"Having obtained the relic technology and martial arts techniques, human strength increased dramatically. They began to counterattack the mutated monsters, reclaiming one human city after another. After several hundred years, humans finally became the overlords of Yanhuang Star once again, ruling the entire planet. At the same time, the nations unified, establishing a federal government and dividing the land into nine major regions."
Xia Ping flipped through the history book. "Five hundred years ago, when humans on Yanhuang Star no longer had worries about survival, the federal government began dispatching countless powerful humans to explore the black hole, wanting to learn the origin of the Great Cataclysm.
However, they did not discover the cause of the Great Cataclysm. Instead, they found that on the other side of the black hole was an incomparably vast world, which humans named the Cloudsky Realm.
That world's area was unknown how many times larger than Yanhuang Star, its spiritual energy many times more abundant, with countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It was also extremely suitable for human habitation—simply a paradise from humanity's dreams.
With the massive resources from the Cloudsky Realm, Yanhuang Star's technology developed rapidly. Five hundred years later, today, it has become a world where both martial arts and technology are extremely prosperous, where everyone is a martial arts practitioner and martial strength is supreme."
The school Xia Ping attended was no exception. On Yanhuang Star, almost every student had the obligation to cultivate martial arts, and it had even become part of the examinations. If you were not strong enough, you could not even get into university, let alone survive.
Now he was a senior-year student facing the college entrance examination. Being able to get into a good university held enormous significance for any student—it represented better resources, better cultivation techniques, and even a better life.
"Huff!"
After finishing this history, Xia Ping's gaze immediately became resolute. "Forget it. Thinking too much is useless. Whether I'm Xia Ping from Earth or Xia Ping from Yanhuang Star, in the end, I am me—unique in this world. No matter which world I live in, I will live brilliantly!"
After thinking this, he felt that the pain in his head seemed to have completely disappeared. There was no longer any blockage at all. That suddenly awakened memory and his current memory no longer conflicted, but fully merged into one.
At this moment, a metallic voice without any emotion sounded in his mind—
"Ding. Soul fusion complete. Super Hatred System bound to host."
Xia Ping blinked. "Super Hatred System?!" He had not yet recovered from fusing with another person's memories, and now a strange system had appeared. What kind of situation was this?
"Host, this system specializes in attracting hatred. As long as the host obtains hatred value, items such as pills, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and even peerless cultivation techniques can be exchanged in the system's shop."
Xia Ping asked, "What exactly is hatred value?"
"So-called hatred value is the negative emotions of living beings. As long as the host can provoke negative emotions in other living beings, you can obtain hatred value. The more they hate the host, and the stronger their cultivation, the more hatred value the host will gain. Hatred levels are divided into mockery, dislike, disgust, killing intent, and endless enmity."
"Pulling hatred?!"
Xia Ping looked speechless. This system felt incredibly坑人. If he went around attracting hatred everywhere, wouldn't he become a public enemy, like a rat crossing the street that everyone wants to beat? At that point, he might end up even worse than the traitor Qin Hui.
And could this hatred value really be exchanged for heavenly materials, treasures, and cultivation manuals? Was this real or fake? He hadn't seen any actual items, so he couldn't fully believe the voice that had suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Whether you want to go to university or graduate and go straight to work, these are all your lives. The teacher can't help you choose, but there's one thing I must say—once you make a decision, never regret it. Move straight forward."
At this moment, homeroom teacher Qiu Xue had the female student sit down and then loudly spoke, pouring out motivational chicken soup.
"Yes, teacher!" a group of students shouted.
Qiu Xue frowned slightly, because she noticed that one student seemed distracted. That person was Xia Ping. She spoke up and asked, "Xia Ping, stand up and tell us—what plans do you have for the future?"
"Plans?!"
Xia Ping immediately knew that his absent-minded behavior had been noticed by the teacher.
This homeroom teacher was new, having only worked for half a year. She wasn't one of those old, slick veterans with decades of teaching experience. She was usually very responsible and often urged students who weren't serious in class.
Originally, he wanted to casually say that getting into a third-rate university would be enough. But then he thought—why not take this opportunity to test whether this Super Hatred System was real?
With that thought, Xia Ping stood up and immediately said, "I want to apply to Yanhuang University."
Huh?!
The entire class, including homeroom teacher Qiu Xue, was stunned.
What was Yanhuang University? It was the best university on all of Yanhuang Star, founded by countless human martyrs. One martial arts powerhouse after another had emerged from it. Yanhuang University graduates were spread across all walks of life—some became company CEOs, some served as military generals or marshals, and more than a dozen even became federal presidents.
It could be said that anyone who could enter Yanhuang University was a peerless genius among humanity.
In the entire No. 95 High School, fewer than five students were qualified to apply for Yanhuang University, and each year it wasn't guaranteed that even one would be admitted.
If someone managed to get in, the entire school would hang banners, celebrate for three days and three nights, send messages to every parent, and every student would even receive a chicken leg.
And Xia Ping was merely an ordinary student, with only third-level Martial Apprentice cultivation. Even getting into a third-rate university would be difficult, let alone Yanhuang University.
And yet this kid actually dared to say he wanted to apply to Yanhuang University. Wasn't this madness?!
"Xia Ping, you—you're serious?" Because Xia Ping's answer was too shocking, homeroom teacher Qiu Xue didn't continue scolding him for not paying attention in class, but instead looked somewhat dazed.
Xia Ping nodded and said, "That's right. In five months, I want to get into Yanhuang University, become a martial arts powerhouse, earn hundreds of millions a year, marry a fair-skinned rich beauty, and reach the peak of life."
"Peak your sister's husband! With your level of martial cultivation, you'll struggle to get into a third-rate university, and you still want Yanhuang University?"
"Don't overestimate yourself. You need to know where your limits are."
"You don't study properly and just want to make a big splash all day. This is completely putting the cart before the horse, you know?"
"Hey, everyone's going a bit far. Even as a salted fish, you still need some dreams. Who knows, maybe he'll really turn things around."
A group of students mocked Xia Ping.
Xia Ping remained unmoved. He looked at the student leading the ridicule and said, "Yang Wei, just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't. But some men are born incapable—there's no cure for that."
"Xia Ping!"
Student Yang Wei's nose practically twisted in anger as he glared furiously at Xia Ping. Even using his knees to think, he knew that this guy was definitely mocking him, ridiculing his name, implying that he was impotent.
Normally, this nickname was taboo, and no one dared call him that. But this Xia Ping actually dared to say such things in front of the entire class. It was outrageous.
"Hahaha, someone's actually named Yang Wei. What was your dad thinking?" A fat guy in the corner burst out laughing. He had some conflict with Yang Wei, and now that Yang Wei was embarrassed, he naturally kicked him while he was down.
"Gao Wan, what are you laughing at? Aren't you the same?" Xia Ping said lazily.
Holy crap. Fatty Gao Wan's face instantly turned green. He slammed the desk and stood up, glaring at Xia Ping, wishing he could devour him alive.
The other students had strange expressions. Normally, Xia Ping was just an ordinary student in the class—not outstanding, not terrible, with no presence at all. How come today he looked like he'd kill anyone who blocked his way, like a god blocking gods and a Buddha blocking Buddhas? Too fierce.
Yang Wei was a bit stunned. It seemed this guy wasn't targeting him specifically—he had simply eaten gunpowder today and was spraying at everyone.
"Enough!"
Homeroom teacher Qiu Xue couldn't stand it anymore. Her beautiful eyes glared at Xia Ping as she criticized him. "Xia Ping, what is wrong with you? Why are you giving other students nicknames? You can't just say whatever someone resembles."
Xia Ping nodded in agreement. "Teacher, you're right. I should reflect on myself."
"Waaah… you—you're bullying me. I—I'm not that kind of person, absolutely not!"
Hearing the teacher say that, Yang Wei's face turned green, and he completely broke down, crying loudly like someone who had been bullied. He stuck out his butt, kicked over his chair, and ran out of the classroom sobbing.
"Ah!
Homeroom teacher Qiu Xue's pretty face flushed red. She seemed to realize she had said something wrong and wanted to call Yang Wei back, but he ran too fast and disappeared from the classroom before she could stop him.
"Xia Ping!" She glared angrily at him. "This situation is all your fault."
Xia Ping spread his hands, feeling very innocent. "I didn't expect his psychological endurance to be so poor."
"Get out. Go out immediately and reflect properly," homeroom teacher Qiu Xue said angrily, pointing at Xia Ping.
Xia Ping had no objections at all. Just then, he heard cold, metallic voices echoing in his mind one after another: "Hatred value, hatred value…"