Weekly Simulations: My Trash Aptitude Makes Me a Martial Saint!

[Advanced Martial Arts + Simulator + Decisive and Ruthless + Face-Slapping + Feel-Good Fiction + System] In this brutal world where blood energy reigns supreme and talent determines your fate, he is a “crippled meridian” who cannot even digest a Body Tempering Pill. Branded the academy’s greatest disgrace, he is publicly humiliated by the campus belle. At the edge of despair, the [God-Tier Simulator] suddenly awakens. It simulates the future once a week, letting him gain cultivation! While the prodigies of his generation break through a realm in three days, he dies again and again in his simulations: Break through a bottleneck? Reach the seventh level of Body Tempering! His spine cracks seven times, muscles knotting into the shape of a coiling dragon! Battle ferocious beasts? Defend the city gate alone! His fists smash through the iron-clawed wolf’s throat, and beast carcasses pile up into a ten-meter mound! Master a martial art? Eighty years of practice! The moment the last fragment of Dragon-Elephant Art burns away, his blood energy surges like a blazing furnace! The Federation’s rising stars mock him as “hopelessly untalented,” but they don’t know that After a hundred days of bone tempering and countless simulations, his punch force has steadily climbed to tens of thousands of jin, enough to crack the strength tester; In the martial arts exam’s abyss, he crushes the prodigies’ sacred bones with the simplest straight punch. The livestream freezes on the examiner, speechless: “Th-this is the guy who ranked last in aptitude?!” At the final battlefield, he stands atop the corpse of a Martial God and gazes back at his home planet. The alien races tremble as they analyze his combat log: “Combat strength… 1,000,007,000?!” “Fast? No. I just spent all the time you wasted popping pills grinding away in the simulator!”