If You Work Hard to Build a Path to Immortality, You Already Have a System, so Why Don't You Work Hard?

Luo Jiucheng opened his eyes in a biting coldness, and saw a dilapidated thatched roof, with a few strands of yellow thatch hanging down and swaying slightly in the wind. Beneath him was a hard plank bed covered with hay, and he was covered with a thin quilt that was full of patches and exuded a musty smell, which could not withstand the chill of late autumn at all. "Hiss..." He wanted to stand up, but his whole body ached, especially his chest, which felt like being crushed by a heavy object, and there were bursts of dull pain. Unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind like a tide, giving him a splitting headache. The owner of this body, also named Luo Jiucheng, is an orphan from Luojia Village on the outskirts of Qingyang City. His parents died young and he barely grew up relying on the support of his neighbors in the village. Three days ago, when he went up the mountain to cut firewood, he was knocked off the cliff by a frightened wild boar. Fortunately, he was rescued by a passing villager, but he remained unconscious until the modern Luo Jiucheng took over the body.