Chen Feng’s consciousness gradually cleared, a searing pain exploding in his mind. “Chen Feng… Chen Feng…” A voice, delightful and melodious, yet edged with anxiety, called out.

“Young Master Five, Young Master Five…” A weathered voice urged, as a pair of strong hands gripped his shoulder painfully. Chen Feng forced himself to endure the physical discomfort and slowly opened his eyes.

“He’s awake, he’s awake…” The clear voice was choked with joyous tears, and the weathered voice trembled, “Mmm, Young Master Five, are you alright?” “Young Master Five?” Chen Feng sat up, patting his head, trying to recall what had just happened. He had clearly been playing The King of Fighters with his friends in an arcade; then, for some unknown reason, there was a massive explosion, and he lost consciousness.

Where was he? As confusion swirled, another memory surged into his brain: I am Chen Feng·Cainte, the Fifth Young Master of the Cainte family in Dragon Mountain City!

The Cainte family was renowned in Dragon Mountain Town, counted among the three great martial families alongside the Bart and Galler families. When he opened his eyes, two figures came into view.

One was a girl around twelve or thirteen, slender and tall, wearing a pale lavender gown whose hem fluttered in the gentle breeze, making her appear exceptionally beautiful. Beside her was an old man, looking to be in his sixties, dressed simply, his face etched with hardship.

“Philia, Uncle Wen,” Chen Feng managed to say. What in the world was happening?

How did he know them? As doubt clouded his mind, a flash of electric light crossed his brain—Soul Possession!

Cold sweat instantly broke out. Could it be transmigration?

Chen Feng stood up and took a look at himself. He realized he was completely different from before—a frail body, his arms and limbs slightly sallow, clearly malnourished.

He appeared to be thirteen or fourteen, standing about five-foot-seven. He was dressed like a European noble from the Middle Ages: a tight-fitting doublet on top and a kilted skirt with alternating white and pale colors below—a rather incongruous sight.

He had truly transmigrated! Chen Feng was speechless.

If he had to transmigrate, couldn't he have landed in a slightly more handsome and dashing body? Why this bizarre appearance?

Uncle Wen’s eyes filled with tears as he gripped Chen Feng’s shoulders tightly: “Young Master Five, just now I thought you were… Old servant was useless, unable to protect Master!” Chen Feng patted his head to clear his thoughts. The somewhat chaotic memories in his mind indicated that Uncle Wen was the personal servant who had watched him grow up since childhood.

The girl beside him was Philia·Bart, the Third Young Lady of the Bart family, one of the three great martial families of Dragon Mountain Town. Chen Feng suppressed the pain in his shoulder from Uncle Wen’s grip and asked, “Uncle Wen, what happened just now?” Uncle Wen’s face first showed astonishment, which was then instantly replaced by ecstatic joy.

Chen Feng was speechless: Is this old man insane? “Young Master Five, you… you’re not stuttering anymore… are you well?” Chen Feng replied, “What about me?

What’s well or unwell!” Philia on the side also looked surprised, though not as wildly excited as Uncle Wen. She suddenly held up two fingers and asked, “How many is this?” Chen Feng instantly felt choked: “Two!

What’s wrong?” Philia pressed relentlessly, “Two times two equals how much?” “Four!” Chen Feng was going mad, “Are you treating me like an idiot!” Philia first nodded, then shook her head quickly, “I’m sorry, before… your mind wasn't very sharp…” Only then did Chen Feng understand: he had transmigrated into the body of an imbecile. No wonder the memories were so fragmented and inexplicable!

Damn it, transmigrated, couldn't find a handsome and dashing body, and on top of that, he was an idiot—what terrible luck! But perhaps this was for the best; it saved a lot of trouble.

If the original owner hadn’t been like this, fighting him for control of the body, it would have been far more infuriating! Standing firm, he took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in his back.

He reached behind him and found that his clothes were ragged, shredded strips clinging to his body. A bowl-sized area felt as if it had been stabbed and burned simultaneously.

“What happened to my back?” Chen Feng cried out. “I did that!” A mocking voice sounded from not far behind.

“I didn’t expect you idiot to have such a tough life; surviving even this!” Chen Feng turned around. Three figures stood before him.

The one in the center was about six feet tall, with long blonde hair cascading over his shoulders. He wore a splendid, richly colored magic robe striped in red and blue, looking exceptionally dashing and handsome.

The two flanking him wore plain greyish-blue warrior uniforms; compared to the leader, both their demeanor and looks were significantly inferior, clearly marking them as mere lackeys. “Gubo·Love!” Chen Feng exclaimed.

Although the memories in his head were vague and chaotic, he had a relatively clear impression of this person. He was the Seventh Young Master of the Love family, one of Dragon Mountain Town’s magical lineage families.

Gubo was notoriously arrogant. In the current society where martial prowess was declining and magic was dominant, Gubo often found pleasure in bullying others.

Because the pre-resurrection Chen Feng·Cainte was simple-minded and weak in cultivation, he frequently suffered inexplicable insults from Gubo. The continent’s mages were divided into three main ranks: Formal Mage, Magister, and Archmage.

Each rank was further subdivided into nine levels, meaning one had to break through as a Ninth-Level Formal Mage to enter the Magister realm. Martial artists, much like mages, were also divided into three main levels: Fighter, Martial Master, and Martial Venerable.

However, the martial artist classification was very fragmented because the names varied depending on the cultivation technique and Dou Qi specialization. For instance, those who primarily cultivated Dou Qi included Fighters, Assassins, Wanderers, Hermits, and Knights; those who focused on techniques included Swordsmen, Dragon Knights, Death Warriors, and Guards (a profession similar to security, created specifically to protect important figures, usually cultivating the Divine Turtle Art, granting formidable defense).

Nevertheless, regardless of their specific path, all could be categorized into these three main levels, and each level was also divided into nine grades. “Oh?

That reaction was fast this time, haha…” Gubo laughed a few times, his tone chilling, “Daring to interfere in my business, I see you’re tired of living. Next time you dare oppose me, it won’t just be a beating!” Chen Feng searched the memories in his head; the disgust toward Gubo was profound.

Hearing those words made him uncomfortable, and his brow couldn't help but furrow. Gubo paused, slightly taken aback by the expression.

Usually, no matter how much he bullied Chen Feng, he never reacted this way. His malice flared: “Well, well, look at the idiot thinking!

Haha! Speaking of which, doesn't he look like the pigs in my family’s sty?” The pig sty was where Gubo’s family kept their dogs, which looked bizarre, with rolls of fat hanging down their faces, resembling pug dogs.

The two attendants in green burst into laughter at the comparison. The slightly plumper one chimed in, “Seventh Young Master truly has eyes like a torch; he even spotted the familial resemblance between this idiot and the pig sty…” The leaner one added in agreement, “I wonder if we tie this idiot up by the door, could he guard it…” The three of them doubled over with laughter.

Philia’s delicate face flushed red in anger: “Gubo, don’t push things too far!” Gubo finished laughing, looking utterly unconcerned, “Push things too far? Philia, who said I was bullying?

Can an idiot even be considered a person…” Philia was furious: “You…” Gubo strode to Chen Feng in a few steps, pointing a finger at his forehead: “Idiot, quickly tell the beautiful Miss Philia that you are a pig, not a person!” Chen Feng had just arrived in this world and immediately encountered such a situation; the anger in his chest began to rise. If he hadn't forcefully restrained himself, he would have lashed out the first time Gubo mocked him.

Now, this person was pointing at his head, forcing him like this, and a surge of hot blood rushed up. “Take your filthy hand away!” Although Chen Feng was enraged, he remained calm, his gaze sharp as a viper’s, shooting directly at Gubo’s face.

Gubo’s heart gave a jolt upon seeing that look, but he quickly shook his head; why would he be afraid of words from an idiot! He changed his pointed finger to an open palm and placed it on Chen Feng’s crown in a teasing manner: “You kid, you got beaten by me and gained some spine!

Did you enjoy my magical attack?” Seeing Gubo’s arrogance made Chen Feng sick. He clenched his fists, ready to throw a punch.

Just then, a figure moved to block in front of him. “Young Master Gubo, please don't hold a grudge against my young master; you know his mind isn't quite right… I beg you!

Spare him!” Uncle Wen stood before them, looking terrified, bowing repeatedly. Chen Feng was shocked by Uncle Wen’s behavior; a sense of humiliation flooded his chest.

Just as he was about to pull Uncle Wen away, Gubo roared, “Get lost!” With a casual wave of his hand, a massive, earth-yellow cudgel, over two meters long, materialized on the ground and swept horizontally across Uncle Wen’s body. With a thwack, Uncle Wen was flung aside, crashing onto the ground a short distance away.

His aged body convulsed uncontrollably, appearing utterly helpless. Chen Feng felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Although his current thoughts were those of the transmigrator, the deep affection ingrained in his bones for Uncle Wen caused him both pain and fury. With his left hand, he grabbed Gubo’s magic robe, just like brawling in his past life, and swung his right fist toward Gubo’s face!

Gubo smirked and slightly shook his head: “Idiot!” Chen Feng’s punch had not yet landed when an earth-yellow light flashed before his eyes. His chest felt as if he’d been struck head-on by a giant hammer.

The immense force sent him stumbling backward five or six steps, nearly knocking the breath out of him. Seeing Chen Feng struck, Uncle Wen suppressed the pain in his chest and struggled to his feet, blocking Gubo once more: “Don’t hit my young master!

If you must hit someone, hit me!” His stance was resolute, perfectly embodying the image of an elder risking his life to protect the younger generation. Gubo’s face turned grim and cold: “Hmph, now you beg for mercy?

Too late!” He began murmuring an incantation, and earth elements rapidly converged around him, forming an earth-yellow sphere about the size of a football. “Get out of the way!” With a flick of his hand, the earth sphere struck Uncle Wen like a massive hammer.

With a few sickening cracks, several of Uncle Wen’s ribs instantly snapped. Scarlet blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Feng could no longer tolerate it; his rage surged, his mind went blank, and he instinctively grabbed a brick from the ground, striding forward! As the saying goes, “No matter how high your martial skill, you fear a kitchen knife; no matter how great your magic, one brick can fell you.” Chen Feng firmly believed in this principle.

With the brick in hand, his courage swelled considerably. His frail body swung the four or five-pound brick, charging forward with a cold, sharp look in his eyes.

“Chen Feng, no…” Philia nearly fainted. He had sounded quite lucid just moments ago; now, why was he acting foolish again?

Fighting a Formal Earth Mage with a brick—this was utterly absurd! Gubo and his two followers looked on helplessly: “A martial family scion?

Dou Qi techniques? So, this is what he learned—throwing bricks at people…” Gubo chanted something under his breath.

With a gesture of his right hand, Chen Feng felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the brick flew out of his grasp, tumbling end over end in the air before suddenly changing direction and shooting back toward his chest! Chen Feng couldn't dodge in time and was struck squarely.

He rolled onto the ground, and Gubo walked up, planting his right foot firmly on Chen Feng’s chest. “This is all you’ve got against me, a Second-Level Formal Mage?

Only an idiot like you would try this!” Gubo pressed down with his foot, and Chen Feng groaned, lying on the ground unable to move an inch. “Gubo, you bully, stop it!” Philia could no longer hold back and rushed forward anxiously.

Gubo casually waved his hand, and a wall shield formed of earth elements blocked her path. “What’s wrong?

Feeling sorry for this idiot?” Gubo sneered, deliberately increasing the pressure of his foot and rubbing it back and forth across Chen Feng’s chest. Philia let out a sharp cry, her stance shifted, moving over two meters away.

Dou Qi erupted from her body, and she threw a punch. With a bang, it struck the earth wall, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.

“Heh heh,” Gubo chuckled. “Philia, I truly don’t understand why you refuse me every time.

Is it for this fool? How amusing, how amusing!” “It’s none of your business!

Let Chen Feng go!” Philia shook off the dust coating her. Suddenly, three more wall shields materialized around her, their solidity several times stronger than the first.

She punched them, but after three successive blows, her wrists went numb, and the wall shields remained completely unmoved. “You… let go of me!” Philia’s face turned bright red with anxiety.

Her limited Dou Qi cultivation meant she couldn’t break free from Gubo’s First-Level spell, the ‘Earth Wall Restraint.’ Gubo stated coolly, “It’s useless. You’re just a First-Level Fighter; you can’t break my First-Level spell.

Save your strength and watch how I deal with this idiot! Haha…” He pressed harder with his foot, his face growing more ferocious, “The little idiot ruined a few of my good moments.

Today he dares to hit me, and if I don’t beat him until he can’t care for himself, I won’t be able to swallow this grudge!” Chen Feng lay on the ground, unable to struggle. Seeing Gubo’s expression, his disgust intensified.

He spat, “If you have the guts, then beat me to death!” Gubo snarled, “Still tough-talking, are you! Fine, I’ll see how tough you are!” He raised his foot and brought it down!

Chen Feng couldn't evade, and with a smack, it connected squarely with his face, instantly bruising it all over. Gubo spat, “I’ll make you talk tough!” Chen Feng suppressed the pain, forcing out a few laughs, “Haha… haha…” Gubo raged, “You dare laugh!” He delivered several more kicks, soon sweating profusely from exertion.

Chen Feng’s face swelled painfully, his vision blurring. A powerful consciousness controlled his spirit, and he mumbled incoherently, “Is… that all… you have… haha, so amusing…” Gubo was stunned that an idiot he considered worthless possessed such backbone.

He became even more enraged: “Fine! You forced my hand!” He reached behind him, pulling out a white scroll, which he tossed casually.

Earth elements rapidly converged in the air, like gathering dark clouds, forming a massive stone block that slowly descended! “Second-Level Spell Scroll—Frenzied Stone!” Philia, trapped within the ‘Earth Wall Restraint,’ cried out in alarm.

Magic scrolls were created by compressing and controlling smaller spells onto a scroll using special methods. They could be instantly released in a moment of crisis to alleviate danger.

This method could only compress spells below the Sixth Level, but because of their convenience, even those who couldn't cast magic could use them, making them widely circulated. Magic spell levels differed from the mage ranks: they were divided into nine levels.

Formal Mages could only master low-level spells, Levels One through Three. Magisters mastered intermediate spells, Levels Four through Six.

As for the highest Levels Seven through Nine, and forbidden spells, only Archmages could control them. However, inscribing a magic scroll required vast amounts of precious materials, making finished scrolls extremely expensive.

A common First-Level scroll cost tens of gold coins, equivalent to a common family’s entire income for ten years. Gubo casually using a Second-Level scroll worth several hundred gold coins demonstrated his immense wealth.

‘Frenzied Stone’ was a relatively common Earth elemental spell, using magical power to condense ambient earth elements into a colossal rock to attack the enemy. The stone grew larger and larger, quickly reaching four or five hundred pounds.

Gubo jumped aside, controlling the giant stone to slowly press down onto Chen Feng’s body. He intended to crush him to death with a rock!

“No…” Philia screamed out loud, “Gubo, spare him…” Gubo’s face was cold and ruthless; he paid no heed. His two lackeys swallowed hard.

Heavens, Seventh Young Master is truly insane, thinking of crushing someone to death with a rock… The massive stone covered Chen Feng’s frail body, obscuring him from view. Uncle Wen, fighting through the pain in his chest, crawled forward: “Young Master Five…” Tears rolled down his wrinkled cheeks.

Chen Feng had been like a son to him since childhood. Even if he was foolish, the deep bond of affection was unstoppable.

Seeing him pinned beneath the boulder made Uncle Wen frantic with worry and heartbreak. “Young Master Five!

Young Master Five… Old servant is coming to save you…” Uncle Wen struggled, trying to push the stone aside. But the stone was so immense; how could a wounded old man move it?

Gubo delivered a kick to Uncle Wen’s body, expecting to send him flying. Unexpectedly, driven by his fierce loyalty, Uncle Wen clung to the massive rock.

With a slight movement of his body, he actually managed to keep the stone from moving! Gubo’s malice intensified.

With a slight hook of his finger, the brick Chen Feng had dropped earlier slowly floated up and shot rapidly toward Uncle Wen’s hand! With a few crisp cracks, Uncle Wen’s hand bones shattered.

Only then did he let go of the rock, his eyes filled with regret and helplessness: “Young Master Five…” He used his other hand to support the giant stone, seemingly trying to lift it. Gubo spat out a breath, “Damn it, stop interfering!” He raised his foot and struck Uncle Wen squarely in the chest.

Uncle Wen couldn’t react in time and tumbled to the side. Philia, looking at the immense stone before her, couldn't stop her tears.

She pounded the surrounding earth walls weakly with her fists: “Chen Feng…” Suddenly, through the blurring vision, she thought she saw the giant stone move slightly. Then she shook her head—how could that be?

How could a wounded old man without any Dou Qi or magic move a stone weighing several hundred pounds? “Hey, the stone seems to be moving!” the chubby lackey exclaimed in surprise.

“Are you hallucinating? That stone is huge; even I, a First-Level Fighter, couldn’t budge it.

You think this old fellow can move it?” the lean lackey laughed. “That’s true… but look, wait, it really seems to be moving…” Before the words died out, the giant stone formed of earth elements suddenly exploded with a mighty boom.

The powerful shockwave stung the faces of the surrounding people. Gubo staggered back four or five steps, straightened up, and peered into the swirling dust.

The moment he looked, his pupils contracted sharply. He saw Chen Feng with his left hand clenched, his body leaning slightly back, his right index and middle fingers held upright.

At the tips of his fingers, a faint, pale-yellow Dou Qi suddenly erupted, resembling a burning flame!