prynovel Chapter 1 Plunder
Chapter 1 Plunder
Dad, stop hitting me!
"Second brother, wake up... Father is about to beat Mother to death..."
"Blood, Second Brother is bleeding so much... Waaah... Second Brother is going to die..."
The little girl's frantic cries woke Chen Qiyuan from his sleep. He opened his eyes in a daze: Am I still alive?
He remembered being hit by someone jumping off a building and losing consciousness on the spot.
Is this a hospital?
He tried hard to see his surroundings clearly, but everything was hazy, as if shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Brother, you're finally awake..."
Suddenly, a thin person pounced on him. With this impact, Chen Qiyuan felt the whole world suddenly become clear.
A piercing pain in the back of my head. A slightly sweet, metallic taste in my mouth. The sobbing of the little girl in my arms.
The surrounding light was dim and the scene was dark. In the blur, two figures could be vaguely seen wrestling together—or more accurately, one person was grabbing another, seemingly interrogating them about something.
"...Where did you hide the money?"
It was a language he had never heard before, and strangely enough, Chen Qiyuan found that he could understand it.
What happened?
As he was wondering, a sharp pain shot through his head, as if his skull had been forcibly cracked open. A flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into his brain, almost overwhelming his consciousness.
"My name is Chen Qiyuan, I'm sixteen years old. My father died and my mother remarried, so I was taken in by my aunt..."
"Great Chu, Nan'an City..."
"Warrior..."
"..."
After Chen Qiyuan survived the impact of the memory data stream, his first thought was: Did I transmigrate?
"elder brother--"
A desperate scream became clear; it was the little girl clinging to him, his aunt's youngest daughter, Sanya.
She had just seen Chen Qiyuan fall silent and thought her brother was dead, so she cried very sadly.
"I'm fine."
Chen Qiyuan felt his strength returning, comforted Sanya, and sat up by supporting himself with his hands on the ground. A series of clattering sounds came from outside.
At that moment, his attention was drawn to the panel in front of him.
Name: Chen Qiyuan
[Practice Technique: Hunyuan Stance (Beginner 21/100)]
Martial Arts Skill: Tiger Form Fist (Beginner 47/100)
Chen Qiyuan was overjoyed. "Is this my cheat system? A skill-based system?"
"So that's where it was hidden, you bitch, you actually hid so much money..." came the excited voice of a man. It was Wang Dawei, the original owner's uncle, a gambling addict.
"No, that's Xiaoyuan's money, he needs it for learning martial arts. You can't take it, give it back to me..." Aunt Chen Xiaoling rushed over like a madwoman and hugged the man's leg.
"Get out. You traitor!"
Wang Dawei kicked Chen Xiaoling, cursing, "I've raised that little bastard for so many years, what's wrong with taking a little money from him?"
This time, Chen Xiaoling refused to let go no matter what.
Wang Dawei kicked her a few times, but seeing that she still wouldn't let go, he flew into a rage and was about to kick her head when he yelled, "You bitch, let go!"
Hearing this, Chen Qiyuan, who was studying the control panel, felt a surge of anger and shouted, "Stop!"
He rushed forward and kicked him squarely in the chest.
Wang Dawei was startled and tried to dodge, but his legs were held tightly.
With a loud thud, the kick landed squarely on his chest, nearly choking him and causing him to collapse to the ground.
[Wang Dawei flew into a rage, his composure faltering, and your Tiger Form Fist technique seized the opportunity to steal ten points of proficiency from him.]
What the heck?
Chen Qiyuan was taken aback by the pop-up notification, and at the same time, some new memories about boxing techniques flooded his mind.
Just then, he heard his aunt Chen Xiaoling groan. Without bothering to investigate, he went over and helped her up. "Auntie, are you alright?"
Chen Xiaoling's voice was urgent, "Money...money..."
At this moment, Wang Dawei also recovered and started cursing, "You ungrateful wretch! If I hadn't taken you in, you would have starved to death somewhere long ago. Now you're actually biting me. I'm going to kill you today!"
He drew a dagger from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly in the night, clearly indicating his intent to kill.
Chen Qiyuan felt a surge of anger rising in his chest as he listened to the foul language.
The original owner's memories flooded back. In order to take him in, his aunt took out a sum of money that she had hidden away to shut Wang Dawei up.
In recent years, Wang Dawei, a gambling addict, would drink whenever he lost money gambling. When he got drunk, he would go home and demand money. If he didn't get it, he would beat people up. The original owner of this body also suffered a lot of beatings.
The original owner already hated this bastard to the core, but this Wang Dawei had practiced martial arts for a few years when he was young, and he was no match for him.
Therefore, the original owner always wanted to save money to practice martial arts and then protect her aunt and cousin.
He succeeded. Two months ago, he joined a martial arts school and learned "Hun Yuan Zhuang" and "Tiger Form Fist".
Unfortunately, he was still no match for Wang Dawei and was struck on the head with a stick, dying instantly. Then Chen Qiyuan, a soul from Earth, transmigrated and took over the nest.
Seeing her husband pull out a dagger, Chen Xiaoling cried out in panic, "Xiaoyuan, run—"
Before he could finish speaking, his nephew grabbed a wooden stool from the house and hurled it at his husband. He hurriedly raised his hand to block it.
With a snap, Wang Dawei let out a scream, and his left hand fell limply to his side.
He had drunk quite a bit and had just been kicked, so his blood was churning. He never expected this little bastard to be so ruthless. This time, the bones in his arm were broken.
He roared, "I...I'm going to kill you..."
"Bang!"
The wooden stool came crashing down again. Wang Dawei didn't dare to catch it. He dodged backward, but tripped over something and fell backward, hitting his head hard on the edge of the table. He fell to the ground and didn't move.
……
"Could he be dead?"
When Chen Qiyuan saw Wang Dawei lying there motionless, his throat tightened.
Wang Dawei deserves to die, but if I become a murderer, I definitely won't be able to stay in the city, and that will be troublesome.
He threw down the wooden stool he was holding, kicked away the dagger in Wang Dawei's hand, and then stepped forward to check his pulse.
Thankfully, the person didn't die!
"Xiao...Yuan, how...how is he...?" In the corner, Chen Xiaoling held her trembling daughter in her arms, covered her ears, and asked in a trembling voice.
He answered, "I'm not dead," then kicked Wang Dawei in the face and said, "Stop pretending to be dead, get up."
Wang Dawei woke up quickly and started cursing, "You little beast, you dare hit me! I'll kill you—I...why can't I move?"
The next sentence reveals immense terror.
"My hands, I can't feel my hands anymore..."
Chen Qiyuan listened to his wails, paused for a moment, and then suddenly sneered, "This is what you call retribution."
If he wasn't mistaken, Wang Dawei likely hit his spine at the back of his neck when he fell.
If that's the case, then it's high-level paraplegia, an outcome worse than death.
[Wang Dawei was gripped by fear, his mind clouded, and your "Hun Yuan Zhuang" technique seized the opportunity to steal ten points of proficiency from him.]
The notification appeared again.
Chen Qiyuan felt a warm current surge through his body and finally had time to look at the panel.
Name: Chen Qiyuan
[Practice Technique: Hunyuan Stance (Beginner 31/100)]
Martial Arts Skill: Tiger Form Fist (Beginner 57/100)
My proficiency in martial arts techniques and skills has really improved!
Not only that, he could clearly feel the improvement in his physical fitness, and he also gained a new understanding of Tiger Style Boxing.
This is a real and tangible increase in strength!