Proficiency: Cultivated 10 Million Times

In the Seventh Galaxy, on Broken Star No.5 and by the Silver Belt Sea.

A three-masted tin sailboat was sailing across the shimmering silver sea.

The old mast swayed in the gusts of wind. They were held together by half a dozen rough ropes at the bottom so they would not snap.

There was a group of men in the boat.

They ranged from teens of 15 or 16 years old to middle-aged balding men who were in their forties or fifties.

All of them were covered in filth and gave off a suffocating stench as if they had been rolling around in a smelly ditch.

Among them, a young man of 17 or 18 stood at an inconspicuous edge of the deck.

His black hair was messy. His shorts and singlet were so dirty that the original colors of the fabric could not be seen clearly.

His face was dirty too and could neither be seen clearly. Only his eyes were still bright, and they looked quite energetic.

"It's been three months…"

The young man heaved a long sigh. He had been in this world for three months.

The young man's name was Wang Yu. He was a game designer in his thirties before he transmigrated.

It was that time when he worked until he fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning. When he woke up, he had inexplicably transmigrated here.

The predecessor of this body was a child who worked in a mine. His name was Wang Yu too, but was much more miserable.

He seemed to have died from overworking.

After their memories were fused, Wang Yu took over this identity and worked in a mine for three months.

It was not until the half-year contract ended that he was eligible to leave the mine and handover his work.

The sounds of the sailboat breaking through the waves were louder than expected. The bodies of fish tumbled out of the waves and simply floated on the surface of the sea. It was stinky and salty.

In his memory, this Silver Belt Sea would produce a fatal bacteria every half a year that could kill 70 percent of the creatures in the sea.

At this time, this sea would turn poisonous. If Wang Yu were to be silly and jumped in for a swim, he would never return.

"Yu, relax when you get back this time. Eat more. I don't want to see you so skinny the next time you come. You can't even work properly."

A topless burly man walked to Wang Yu's side and said.

The stubble around the man's mouth suggested that he hadn't taken care of it in a long time. He leaned against the rail, looking relaxed.

After staying in the dark mine for so long, he felt comfortable and free even though he was on the deadly and poisonous sea.

"Uncle Meng, thank you for taking care of me during this period of time," Wang Yu said gratefully.

Second Brother Meng waved his hand indifferently. "You're about the same age as my son. It's not easy for you to work here. It's nothing."

Wang Yu did not say anything else. He was not a talkative person.

His days in the mine almost made him autistic. He remembered Second Brother Meng deeply in his heart.

"But if you're lucky to find a job outside, then don't ever come back." Second Brother Meng sighed.

Miner was never a desirable job. It was basically for the desperate people.

It was normal to die of exhaustion in the mine.

The sailboat docked.

The miners immediately dispersed after getting off the boat, including Second Brother Meng.

He couldn't wait to get back to his wife and children at home.

Wang Yu looked around. They had landed in an archipelago.

In Broken Star No.5, 90% of the area was filled with oceans, and less than 10% of it were islands.

Excluding many areas with extreme environments that could not be developed, there were actually very limited areas where humans could live and develop in.

It was thus defined as a semi-habitable planet.

Island Town 732.

The name has no hidden meaning. The island was named Nature Island 732, hence the name of the town on the island.

All of Wang Yu's predecessor's memories belonged here.

An old supersized tin truck drove over, kicking up clouds of sand.

Wang Yu took two steps back calmly.

The truck passed him and reached the shore to dump a full load of foul-smelling garbage into the Silver Belt Sea.

Although it was the first time he had seen it, it was nothing unusual in the predecessor's memory.

Almost all the trash produced by the town would simply be thrown into the sea.

The large number of bacteria in the Silver Belt Sea would devour most of the trash, leaving only some hard substances which would then sink to the bottom of the sea.

As for whether this was environmentally friendly or not, was never something that the residents of this Broken Star took into consideration.

A gravel-floored, rather sloppy stone road connected the coast to the town.

Rat Street was a shabby old-fashioned housing district, populated by many down-and-outs who lived difficult lives.

When Wang Yu reached Rat Street, the sky had already darkened.

Squeezing the money in his pocket, Wang Yu carefully walked under the shadows of the houses and reached the entrance of one of the buildings.

He did not enter immediately. Instead, he looked around for a moment and quickly entered the building after ensuring that he did not see any of those evil hooligans from his memory.

His lived in a small room on the fourth floor of the building.

Looking at the glass window that had been shattered by someone, Wang Yu's expression did not change. He opened the door and walked in.

No one had lived in it for half a year. The small room was already filled with dust.

Wang Yu immediately noticed the footprints on the floor and the traces of rummage in hid bed and cabinet.

Relating that to the shattered glass window, it wasn't hard to guess that someone had patronized his house during this period of time.

Fortunately, Wang Yu knew the people in Rat Street very well. He had already hidden almost everything before he left, leaving behind an empty room.

He believed that the thieves were also quite disappointed.

Wang Yu couldn't be bothered to tidy it up and went straight into the bathroom to wash up. He was glad that the water could still flow out from the tap.

It had been a long time since he had cleaned himself so comfortably as there was not much water available at the mine.

After washing up, Wang Yu changed into a set of clean clothes and looked at himself in the mirror.

At 17 years old, he was much younger than in his previous life. He was not sure if it was because he had stayed in the mine for too long, his skin looked pale after rubbing the dirt off it.

His face was not ugly, but it was slightly gloomy. He did not look like a kind person.

He looked emaciated. Instead of becoming more robust from mining, he looked malnourished.

He had indeed not eaten well in the past few months. Coupled with the heavy physical exertion every day, it was normal that his nutrition could not keep up.

Wang Yu did not stay in the room for long and left quickly.

When he arrived at a small forest near Rat Street, he made sure that no one was around. He then flipped a large rock and a pile of fallen leaves and weeds over and started digging at the soil underneath.

Within moments, a small package from the memory came into his view.

It wasn't heavy. There was a tinkling sound inside as he picked it up.

Seeing that the package was still there, Wang Yu was delighted and immediately opened it.

There was a roll of crumpled star notes and some crystals at the size of a fingernail.

After a brief count, the amount was correct.

After the conversion of the star notes and adding the broken crystals in those packages, there were a total of 565 crystal dollars.

This was all the money Wang Yu had saved by scrimping and saving previously.

Coupled with the salary for half a year of work in the mine.

"That's enough!"

Wang Yu's eyes lit up. He packed up and quickly left the forest.

On Green Hillock Street, the setting sun could be seen down the street.

The people who lived on this street were dressed relatively decently, unlike the poor residents of Rat Street.

There were some shops on the street, selling daily groceries.

A couple of people visited the shops. They transacted through the broken crystals like those in Wang Yu's hands.

That was the currency used.

Opposite a small restaurant was a relatively spacious quadrangle courtyard.

A signboard hung above it.

Shadowless Fist Dojo.

Wang Yu looked up and took a deep breath before walking in.

In the courtyard, a group of men and women in uniform were shouting as they trained.

The younger ones were no more than 11 or 12, and the older ones looked to be in their twenties or thirties.

Some of them were in the horse stance, holding up boulders that looked to be at least 50 or 60 pounds. They were sweating profusely.

Some of them kept hitting the wooden or iron stakes, their hands moved up and down. The two older men attacked so quickly that Wang Yu could not catch their moves with his naked eye. He could only see some afterimages.

Seeing was believing. This made Wang Yu even more determined.

This dojo did not teach those fancy but powerless moves that he had seen in his previous life.

"Who are you looking for?" One of the older men noticed Wang Yu and stopped practicing. He walked over and asked.

"I want to be a disciple here," Wang Yu immediately said.

The man stared at Wang Yu up and down. He was not surprised.

Every few days, there would be young people like Wang Yu who came in hopes to learn martial arts.

In this day and age, practicing martial arts was a solid path into the future.

Of course, it would not be so easy to be a master at it.

After all, this required real skills. Apart from hard work, it also required much innate talent.

One's aptitude and comprehension should not be bad. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time and energy if he cultivated it.

"The master is not here today. Come back tomorrow," the man said.

Wang Yu was about to leave just as he heard that.

Suddenly, a tall and thin middle-aged man with a goatee appeared beside him.

It was as if he had just returned through the door. However, his footsteps were so silent that the male disciple only noticed him when he walked to Wang Yu's side.

The male disciple immediately said respectfully, "Master, you're back."

"Yes." Sun Chengshan placed his hands behind his back and looked at Wang Yu with his small eyes.

The male disciple immediately continued to say, "He wants to learn martial arts. You weren't around just now, so I asked him to come back tomorrow."

Sun Chengshan sized up Wang Yu and said calmly, "Do you know my rules?"

"I know." Wang Yu handed over a stack of neatly arranged star notes.

There were notes with values of ten and a hundred dollars. In total, there were 1000 crystal dollars.

More than a year ago, Wang Yu's predecessor had already inquired about all the dojos in the town.

Every martial arts school had a tuition fee. Among them, this Shadowless Fist Dojo on Green Hillock Street had the lowest fee. It only cost 1,000 crystal dollars.

The previous Wang Yu had desperately saved money in order to find a way out by practicing martial arts.

The current Wang Yu wanted to try practicing martial arts for no other reason than the small interface that often appeared in his mind.

Name: Wang Yu

Race: Human

Cultivation: None

Martial Arts Cultivation Method: None

As a game designer, he was too familiar with this small interface.

He wants to learn martial arts to see if the interface in his mind was an illusion or a small game interface that he had transmigrated with before he finished designing it.

Over the years, Sun Chengshan had seen many people who came to ask to be his disciple. He could easily tell that this sum of money was probably Wang Yu's entire fortune.

To be able to hand over this sum of money so calmly, he had already surpassed most people of his age.

"Where do you live?" Sun Chengshan asked. Perhaps it was because of the money, his tone softened slightly.

"White Sand Street," Wang Yu replied respectfully.

The Rat Street, of course, was not really named that. Its official name was the White Sand Street.

However, later on, it became dirtier and messier, attracting a large group of rats and ants. That was why it was colloquially known as the Rat Street.

"Yes." Sun nodded. It was much as he had expected.

"Don't worry, I do not take in disciples based on where they come from. I will give you a chance as long as you can afford the fees.

You're quite composed. Come in."

Sun Chengshan said tonelessly and slowly walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.