Infinite Journey from Scratch
No deep-seated vendetta, no flawless schemes, no heaven-defying treasures, nor any hidden professions—only a touch of cunning. Chen Qi, an ordinary university student, was chosen one unremarkable night to bear the codename "Morning Star" and was set upon a path of endless uncertainty. A campus thick with the scent of blood, a sect concealed in the mountain mist, the Yellow Turban rebels crying that Heaven's Mandate has ended, tangled grudges and loyalties of the martial world—these are but fragments of the strange realms ahead. This is the story of a modern underachiever struggling and growing stronger across myriad worlds, a youth forging ahead toward greatness without ever looking back. [Infinite worlds, paradise arcs—most of the worlds in this novel are original creations. Fantasy, reality, martial arts, supernatural, spiritual resurgence—each world is crafted to be wholly unique.]
Infinite Journey from Scratch
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Z University, a second-tier institution situated in a mid-sized city.
As dusk settled, the chime marking the end of class interrupted the professor’s relentless lecture at the podium. Hastily, he shut down his computer and rushed from the classroom.
Outside, the professor’s voice echoed, announcing the end of class, and the stagnant atmosphere was abruptly stirred. Students began gathering their belongings in small groups, the sound of backpacks being zipped and books shuffled breaking the silence.
In the back row, Chen Qi rose to his feet, leisurely packing his books into his bag before walking alone toward the exit. Voices drifted past—girls discussing a drama, boys talking about the NBA—but Chen Qi kept an impassive face and quickened his pace.
As he walked, a strange heaviness pressed upon his chest, as if the world itself was becoming weightless and untethered. The air carried a vague scent of earth or dust, giving him the sense of decay, as if he were teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Yet, deep within, a peculiar tremor pulsed at his heart, as though something momentous was about to unfold.
Outside the classroom, couples strolled hand in hand, boys headed off to play basketball. Chen Qi touched the stubble on his chin, not yet clean-shaven, and lit a cigarette.
It was a skill he’d only just learned that year, and he still found the smoke harsh.
Suppressing his discomfort, Chen Qi exhaled slowly, pausing to observe the students passing by.
No one paid any mind to a stranger lingering nearby.
