Chapter 2 Martial artist?

"You will now be sent to a universe without a potential omniruler", the goddess said. "Ok, I understand. Although I have no idea about this, honestly I have no idea about anything in my life right now so...my wish is that I want to be the strongest person in the univ...no, the omniverse you put me in", Marcus said with a smirk as if to compliment himself on being a super genius. "Sorry, but that'll be impossible. The most powerful person in the omniverse ur heading is much more powerful than me, but how about this I'll give you the power of unlimited potential. which means with the right amount of training you can become the strongest in about a trillion years. if ur still alive " The goddess said

"fine, I'll take it can I just leave before my balls explode", Marcus said shamelessly and the goddess looked at the bulge in his dick and just smiled. see ya mortal, I hope to see you some other time, the sexy goddess said while showing off her body with even less shame than Marcus. "Shit, where am I. he looked around and noticed the room he was, it looked like he was in a log cabin but in a room, Aaaaaargh, Marcus started screaming as information swarmed into his head, it wasn't until thirty seconds before the pain of a thousand needles prickling his brain calmed down. so....this is who I am, it seems he inherited the body of another Marcus that lived in a village alone as a farmer at seventh years of age, he was quite tall and very handsome with tall spiky dark hair and a fit body, he needed to be fit in a world where martial arts reigned supreme, Marcus noticed that this world has a power level that is measured with either scouters that the nobles usedor you could just simply fight them,the scouters showed battle power in numerical value, He had sold his phone to feed last month during the bandit raid, when the bandits came and stole all the harvests of the season. shit the academy is coming tomorrow to check our potentials, I can't sleep anymore so I better do some exercise.

Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one - hundred. He was tired and shocked, tired because he just did a hundred sit ups and push ups and shocked because... who the fuck could perform a hundred sit ups and push ups, he doesn't know anything from his old self but the average person could not do that and not die. He slept without even knowing. The next morning, Marcus still woke up early and went to his tiny kitchen and ate all the food in his store, he was putting everything on the line to pass the evaluation today.