Li Fan transmigrated.
He found himself in a chaotic age where martial might ruled all. Here, martial artists stood above everyone else, while commoners were treated like grass. And he had transmigrated into the lowest of the low: a wretched laborer working himself to the bone in a mine, someone anyone could trample on or curse at.
Fortunately, he had brought along the interface from the martial arts game he used to play in his previous life.
The interface didn't look like much. It couldn't make him a god with one click, grant him divine skills through sign-ins, or even give him a beginner's gift pack. It could only do one thing: quantify everything Li Fan did as experience points.
Mining: EXP +1.
Chopping firewood: EXP +1.
Cooking: EXP +1.
Each time he leveled up, the interface gave him an attribute point. Not enough constitution? Add points. Not enough strength? Add points. Too little agility? Add points.
Want to stop being bullied? He had to practice martial arts.
Want to practice martial arts? He needed money.
Want money? First, he had to stay alive.
Li Fan had no way out. He could only keep mining, keep saving experience, keep leveling up, and keep adding points.
If his constitution was naturally poor, he'd pile points into it.
If he was weaker than others, he'd raise his strength to the max, one pickaxe swing at a time.
If this world wouldn't give him a way to live...
He'd carve one out for himself.
I feel really good so far