At fourteen, I reached the ninth level of Body Tempering. I was the once-in-a-century prodigy of Jiangbei.
Three years later, my vitality had fallen to 0.01, and I became the laughingstock of the whole school. My fiancée showed up with a broken engagement letter and witnesses, while the entire school waited for me to sign and accept my fate.
I signed.
I, Lu Chen, was the one breaking things off with your Jiang family.
Everyone thought I was finished. No one knew that someone had planted the Blood-Stealing Spirit-Sealing Mark in my body and stolen three whole years from me.
Even fewer knew that the old watch my father left me, stopped for three years, held the sleeping First War God of the Federation from thirty years ago.
“Kid, if you want to live, take back everything that was stolen from you, with interest.”
By day, I’m the useless 0.01 nobody can resist stepping on.
By night, I’m the “Second Hand,” undefeated in the underground arena.
At the joint entrance exam a year from now, Jiang Ruoxue, I’ll be waiting for you.
