Chapter 2: Crazy Madness After Scanning the Entire Internet

The bus came to a steady halt amidst the screeching of hydraulic brakes.

"We're here, we're here! Everyone off!"

The cabin instantly became noisy.

Students filed out carrying heavy tactical backpacks, their faces brimming with youthful restlessness and longing for the future.

Li Ang slowly closed the book titled "Grandmaster Force Exertion Techniques" and got off the bus at the back of the crowd.

Longnan City in September was still sweltering.

Li Ang looked up, squinting at the blinding sun, then tightened the collar of his school uniform.

"Three days..."

He counted down silently in his heart.

Every second passing now felt like a Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

Returning to the grade 11, class 3 classroom, Li Ang habitually walked to the window seat in the corner and sat down.

Surrounding classmates gathered in small groups, discussing the newly updated "Prodigy Rankings" or a certain newly released Alloy Combat Saber.

No one paid any attention to Li Ang.

After all, this was a martial arts class; everyone either had some talent or came from a very wealthy family.

In this class where strength reigned supreme...

A freak who relied on drugs to maintain the Fourth Stage of Qi and Blood and spent all day buried in books—combined with the fact that his predecessor was a very solitary person—meant he was an outcast.

Li Ang basically had no friends in class.

*Ring ring ring—*

The class bell rang, and the homeroom teacher, Wang Heng, walked in carrying a thick stack of lesson plans.

Wang Heng was a typical middle-aged Martial Artist at the Qi and Blood Seventh Stage.

Although he had no hope of a Breakthrough into the Origin Opening Realm in his lifetime, he was quite accomplished in theoretical teaching.

"Turn your books to page 72. Today we will discuss 'The Dark Turmoil of the Early New Martial Era'."

Wang Heng's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"As you all know, three hundred years ago, the Abyss Fissures opened, thermal weapons failed, and humanity once became food for alien races. It was the first generation of Martial Saints who used themselves as seeds to pioneer the Qi and Blood martial path..."

Below the podium, the students were listening drowsily.

Li Ang, however, sat up straight, eyes fixed on the blackboard, though his pupils had long since lost focus.

His brain was working at high speed, constructing a strategic blueprint for the second simulation.

"The first simulation was just a simple test. I chose to face them head-on, and the result was being disassembled into parts five days later."

"Although I extracted 'Minor Achievement Saber Techniques', this only gave me the qualification to swing a blade; it doesn't mean I have the capital to survive."

Li Ang's fingers lightly tapped his thigh under the desk.

He was analyzing his current situation.

The Black Gold Chamber of Commerce wasn't some street-side gang; it was a behemoth of Longnan City's underworld. It was said to have someone in the Origin Opening Realm backing it, and even had interests tied to certain high-level officials.

Hoping to solve a high-interest loan dispute of several million by 'calling the police' or 'telling a teacher'?

Too naive.

In this world, 'debts must be repaid' was an iron law written into the Federal Law.

As long as the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce produced that signed 'Spiritual Flesh Transfer Agreement', even the principal wouldn't be able to protect him.

"Unless... I can demonstrate value far exceeding this debt."

Li Ang's eyes flickered.

"If I were a seventeen-year-old Genius at the Qi and Blood Sixth or even Seventh Stage, then I would be the future of the Federation, the school's treasure. One point two million? For the school to keep a future Grandmaster, that amount of money wouldn't be a problem at all."

"But currently, I'm only at the Fourth Stage of Qi and Blood, and my body is riddled with hidden injuries. I'm a recognized piece of Trash."

"Even if I rushed up now to show off my 'Minor Achievement Saber Techniques'..."

"The school teachers would at most be surprised and praise me for 'diligence making up for lack of talent'. They would never create a conflict with the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce for my sake."

There was only one way to break this deadlock: rapidly increase his cultivation!

He had to make his Qi and Blood cultivation soar to an unignorable level within three days!

"But in reality, going from the third to the sixth stage in three days? I wouldn't even dare to dream of that."

"I can only rely on the simulator."

Li Ang took a deep breath, and that crazy plan in his heart gradually took shape.

Since the simulator can extract cultivation...

Then, if I Cultivate for ten or twenty years in the simulation and then extract it, can I override this current Trash body?

This was a bold hypothesis, and also the only possible chance of survival.

"Time in the simulation flows at high speed, but in reality, it's only a few minutes. Compared to the simulation time, it's almost an instant."

"If I want to survive long-term in the simulation, I must solve two problems: first, evade the pursuit of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce five days later; second, obtain enough cultivation resources."

The corners of Li Ang's mouth curled up slightly into a somewhat grim, cold smile.

Evade the pursuit?

From the final memories of the first simulation, he already knew the methods of the 'Asset Recovery Department'.

As long as he remained within Longnan City's monitoring network, he would definitely not be able to escape.

Therefore, he had to escape the Safe Zone and go to the 'Chaos Zone'!

That was a lawless land, a paradise for the heinous and those without identities, and a place where the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce's reach could not extend.

As for resources...

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of death in the simulation, and I don't have to pay back the money."

"Since I'm going to run away anyway, why not borrow every cent I can before I leave?"

"Scour the small loans!"

The moment this thought appeared, Li Ang felt his blood boiling.

His predecessor only dared to borrow the official 'martial champion loan' because he still wanted to be a decent person and get into university.

But in the simulation, he could completely transform into the craziest of outlaws!

Campus loans, beauty loans, renovation loans, nude loans (scratch that)... as long as it was a source that would release funds, he would scour them all!

With this huge sum of money, he would go to the black market to buy the highest-grade Qi and Blood potions, the best alloy armor, and then crawl through the sewers to escape into the Chaos Zone!

"Only magic can defeat magic. Only by being more of a rogue than the rogues can I survive."

Li Ang's gaze gradually became firm.

This simulation had only two core goals:

First, get money, get resources!

Second, stay low and Cultivate for dear life!

He needed to verify a crucial question: did the 'Martial Realm' extracted by the System include the effect of 'Physical Body Reshaping'? If he could bring back the perfect Physical Body cultivated in the simulation to reality, then he could completely turn the tables!

"Li Ang."

A deep voice interrupted his thoughts.

Li Ang stood up almost subconsciously. Although his mind was still calculating how to 'stock up' at the black market, his body had already formed a conditioned reflex.

On the podium, Teacher Wang Heng didn't look at him. Instead, he tapped the blackboard sharply with his pointer, his sharp gaze scanning the drowsy students in the back row as he snorted coldly:

"Wake up, all of you! Look at how listless you are!"

"Li Ang, you tell them, what are the three core elements of the 'Qi and Blood Limit Theory' proposed by the first generation of Martial Saints during the 'Dark Turmoil' period?"

This question belonged to the test points in 'Martial Arts Development History', but because it was quite obscure, it was usually ignored by students.

Li Ang's expression was calm, his pale face showing no sign of panic as a textbook-perfect answer rolled off his tongue:

"The three core elements are: the will to find life in a dead end, the explosive combustion of overdrawing potential, and the instantaneous sublimation of breaking the human genetic lock."

"These three are indispensable. They were the helpless measures of the first generation of Martial Saints who fought life for life before the Cultivation Technique Systems were perfected, and they are also the theoretical prototype of modern 'Blood Bursting Techniques'."

Round and clear, not a word out of place.

Wang Heng nodded in satisfaction, then turned and shouted at the whole class:

"Listen to that! That is the standard answer! Some of you, just because your families have some resources and your Qi and Blood is a stage or two higher than Li Ang's, your tails are cocked up to the sky!"

"Don't forget, the Martial Arts Entrance Exam has a total score of 750 points, and cultural theory classes account for a full 150 points! Are these 150 points given for free?"

"That is the key to separating the grades! On the battlefield, if you don't understand the weaknesses of exotic beasts or the principles of Cultivation Techniques, you're just a bunch of reckless fools who only know how to go to your deaths!"

Several wealthy children in the class who had been dozing off shrank their necks at the scolding. They glanced at Li Ang with some dissatisfaction but could not refute him.

After all, in the Realm of theory, 'God Li' was indeed dominant.

After Wang Heng finished his scolding, his gaze fell back on Li Ang.

Seeing the young man's swaying figure and unnaturally pale face, the severity in his eyes softened slightly, and he sighed:

"Sit down."

"Li Ang, your theory is solid; that is your advantage. But..."

Wang Heng paused, his tone becoming earnest and meaningful:

"Martial arts is ultimately about using the self as a seed. I know you want to catch up. You come from an ordinary family, and your physical Foundation was originally thin. Some of those 'tiger and wolf drugs' on the market have side effects that are too great; use them as little as possible."

"Although taking drugs can trade for a temporary surge in Qi and Blood, once the Foundation is burned out, no matter how high those 150 theory points are, they won't buy you a healthy Martial Artist's body. Do you understand?"

Li Ang lowered his head slightly and replied obediently, "I understand. Thank you for your teaching, Teacher."

However, he did not sit down after speaking. Instead, he remained standing, his brow gradually furrowing. One hand subconsciously covered his chest, and his breathing became a bit hurried.

Wang Heng was just about to turn and continue the lesson when he stopped upon seeing this, asking in confusion, "Why aren't you sitting down yet? Is something else wrong?"

Li Ang pressed hard on his left chest. His already pale face now had no color left at all. He said in a weak voice:

"Teacher... you're right. The side effects are indeed too great."

He struggled for breath and continued acting: "Maybe the IV drip last night was too intense. My heart is racing now, and I'm having trouble breathing... I'd like to apply to go to the infirmary for some oxygen."

The whole class instantly fell silent as everyone looked at Li Ang.

Hearing this, Wang Heng's expression changed immediately, the bit of severity in his heart turning into tension.

He had just been lecturing the students not to ruin their bodies, and now this 'instant karma' had arrived?

"See! What did I just say!"

Wang Heng was both angry and worried, but he didn't hesitate for a second. With a wave of his hand, he even seemed a bit urgent:

"What are you still standing there for? Go, quickly! Don't try to tough it out in the classroom!"

After saying that, he seemed still worried and added, "Can you walk? Do you need someone to help you over?"

"No need, Teacher. I can manage. My chest is just a bit tight; I'll be fine once I lie down for a bit."

Li Ang waved his hand, putting on a strong front.

"Fine, go quickly! Your body is the capital of revolution; don't throw your life away for a bit of progress!"

Wang Heng sighed and waved his hand helplessly, signaling him to leave quickly.

"Thank you, Teacher."

Under the strange and somewhat pitying gazes of his classmates, Li Ang walked out of the classroom with staggering steps.

As soon as he closed the classroom door, his 'weak' pace instantly became steady.

The look of pain in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sharpness like a blade's edge.

He crossed the corridor, went downstairs, and turned left.

Five minutes later, Li Ang walked into the school infirmary.

"Oh, it's Li Ang. What's the matter today?"

The school doctor was a woman in her fifties who was quite familiar with this VIP regular.

After all, there were only a few ruthless people in the whole school who could maintain an annual pass for the infirmary.

"A bit of heart palpitations. I want to lie down and have some oxygen," Li Ang replied practicedly.

"Fine, the usual. The innermost bed. Insert the oxygen tube yourself."

The school doctor shook her head and handed him a registration form.

"Young man, you need to exercise restraint. Don't ruin your body."

Li Ang smiled without explaining. He took the form, signed it, and walked straight to the innermost hospital bed.

He pulled the white curtain shut.

Instantly, a small, isolated space was formed.

There was only the faint smell of disinfectant and the occasional beep of the heart monitor.

Li Ang lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

It was very quiet here with no interruptions—the most suitable place to conduct a deep simulation.