An F-rank good-for-nothing? No, I’m the kind of guy who gets a new ancestor every week.
My name is Guo Peng. I’m a freshman in the martial arts program at Jiangcheng University, and on awakening day, I was measured as having F-rank talent.
The whole class laughed, my instructor suggested I drop out, and the campus belle frowned and went out of her way to avoid me.
It didn’t matter. I just wanted to keep my head down, get through college, find a job, and pay off my rent.
Then that busted app suddenly appeared on my phone...
[Identity this week: Zhuge Liang]
[Skill unlocked: Stargazing: predict key events three seconds into the future]
I figured it was some kind of prank app and didn’t take it seriously.
That is, until three A-rank martial artists cornered me. I followed the prediction and kicked all three of them flat on my back with my eyes closed.
The next week, my identity refreshed: Lü Bu.
One punch sent an A+ assassin from the Shadows flying twenty meters, smashing through two walls.
The third week: Zhang Fei.
A horde of ferocious beasts attacked. I yelled, “Holy crap!” and more than twenty of them fainted on the spot.
The fourth week: Zhou Yu.
Some kidnappers planned to snatch a rich businessman’s daughter. I watched from the sidelines, and they ended up fighting among themselves.
The fifth week: Guan Yu.
The S-rank fugitive “Bloodhand” sneered at me. “An F-rank good-for-nothing? Get lost.”
I waved my hand.
He split in two.
Now the Martial Management Bureau calls me “Master Guo” whenever they see me.
Auntie Wang, my landlady, brings me soup every day.
Su Qingxue says, “I knew you were a hidden expert!”
The Night Watch organization says, “There’s something wrong with your DNA. You might be a natural inheritor of a heroic spirit.”
I say, “I really am F-rank.”
Nobody believes me.
It's not written by a buddy, it's like a running account