[High Martial] [Invincible] [Power Fantasy] [Rags to Riches]
Thirty-eight years after spiritual qi revival, modern weapons no longer work, and martial artists reign supreme.
"Mortal-born" is the lowest designation. Without a spiritual root, you can't awaken, and even stepping onto the testing platform earns you a chorus of laughter.
Ye Chuan took part in the awakening ceremony. His spiritual root was tested: mortal-born. The whole room burst into laughter.
Nobody knew that the old military bayonet in his arms held the last spark of human civilization.
[Ding! Military Industry authorization activated.]
[Technological suppression by the spiritual qi field lifted. Current authorization: toy gun.]
Others practice martial arts. I make guns.
Others break through protective qi. I use armor-piercing rounds.
Others defend the city with their bodies. I set up a Barrett and take them out one shot at a time.
[Ding! Low-level beast slain. Military Industry EXP +20.]
[Ding! Grandmaster-level beast slain. Electromagnetic cannon blueprint unlocked.]
"So what if I, a mortal-born, pull out a nuclear bomb?"
(P.S. I'm really mortal-born. Don't believe me? The whole room laughed when I got my spiritual root tested.)
