Traveling across the Tianhun Continent, Lu Zheng had neither unique innate spiritual power nor a powerful spiritual soul of top quality.
He only has a dull knife for chopping firewood, and an "effort system" that always likes to give him tasks.
On the training ground:
"What's going on? The running training is obviously over. Why are you still running?"
"Outrageous! This guy doesn't even rest late at night, practicing his sword skills alone in the woods!"
"Lu Zheng, don't put more pressure on us! We really can't carry this heavy-duty sandbag anymore!"
"Lu Zheng, my old bones can't keep up with your strength. You can practice on your own..."
In the fighting arena:
> "Referee, I protested, but he actually used his left hand. This is contempt for me!"
"Holy shit, we agreed to 2v2, why did you kick your teammates off?"
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> I have no choice, my family is impoverished, I have no choice but to work hard - Lu Zheng.
> "Why do I always feel like I'm living in your shadow?"
——Tangshan.
This is a story about torturing himself to torture the geniuses of the whole continent.