[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-39":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336093,4567,"Chapter 39","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-39",39,"\u003Cp>[Check-in task completed, received random reward: Combat Skill +1]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Combat Skill LV1: Moves flow from intent, mastery of all techniques, one punch or strike decides victory]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if a thunderclap exploded in his mind, in an instant, the explosive power of boxing’s inch punch, the weight control of wrestling, the joint locks of jujitsu, the close-range strikes of Wing Chun, the knee and elbow strikes of Muay Thai, the rapid strikes and retreats of Sanda, the chopping, crashing, drilling, and horizontal strikes of Xingyi, the unstoppable force of Taiji, the circling footwork of Bagua—all core principles of dozens of combat styles surged into Qin Yun’s consciousness like a river of stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision shifted abruptly; every gesture of passersby, even the subtle curve of fabric stirred by the wind, became clear vulnerabilities to be analyzed. The trajectory of his opponent Chu Qiao, the shift in her stepping weight, the rhythm of her breath—all were laid bare before him. With just one precise point of force, he could unleash devastating damage with minimal exertion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After these memories flooded his brain, his body underwent sudden, violent changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the greatest physical reaction Qin Yun had experienced since receiving the system. A searing heat surged through every part of him—from head to toe—racing wildly through his limbs and meridians. Wherever it passed, his bones emitted faint, rapid creaks, muscle fibers trembled and restructured, and his blood flow accelerated sharply, creating waves of heat within his vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The changes were immense—so immense he could barely think, forced to passively endure them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood outside the Meifu Zen Temple’s main hall for over ten minutes before the transformations finally ceased without a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temple bustled with visitors; pilgrims hurried past, glancing briefly at the dazed young man before continuing on. Only a few noticed something odd and cast him puzzled glances. Fortunately, no one approached or touched him—otherwise they would have been startled by his transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what’s wrong with this guy? He’s been standing here forever like a wooden post.” A woman with a incense bag tugged at her companion’s sleeve; her voice was low but clear enough to reach Qin Yun’s ears—he realized his hearing had sharpened severalfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who cares? Probably just tired. The path up Mount Putuo isn’t easy, and young people these days don’t exercise enough.” The old man replied offhandedly, not slowing his step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The murmurs continued intermittently until Qin Yun suddenly opened his eyes, filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively clenched his fist; the muscles along his arm rippled smoothly, a burst of explosive power surging through his body. The combat knowledge in his mind was no longer fragmented—it had become instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memories of combat were like a vast scripture library, so numerous they made him a walking encyclopedia of fighting. Combined with his physical transformation, he had achieved complete mastery in practical combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every move, every technique—his intent guided his actions, his movements flowed from his will. He had never imagined such a thing was possible: that real-world combat could possess such overwhelming practical power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s heart churned with shock and awe. In his original understanding, boxing matches and UFC were the pinnacle of combat—but compared to himself now, he felt almost monstrous. He had countless ways to ignore weight-class differences and easily knock out those champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, in his current view, master-level combat simply meant achieving an extremely high level of strength, speed, and reaction. But constrained by the body’s natural limits, strength had an upper bound—it couldn’t increase indefinitely, since it depended on the recruitment of muscle groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current strength, he believed that if he fully engaged all his muscle groups, a single punch could easily kill a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun muttered a curse under his breath, his heart flooded with awe and exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flexed his wrists. Though his height hadn’t changed, his entire body had been fundamentally transformed. He didn’t know where this energy came from, but the changes seemed scientifically plausible—not wildly beyond reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t linger long at Meifu Zen Temple. After leaving the monastery, he headed straight for the Short Gu Dao Head ticket counter. After buying his ferry ticket, he stood in the waiting area, unable to resist repeatedly clenching his fists, lifting his legs, shifting his stance—each motion carried the fluid grace of mastery, a restless urge to fight burning within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad this was a time of peace—he had no one to test his skills on. This mastery was destined to become a solitary, self-indulgent ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, he couldn’t imagine what LV2 Legendary level would be like—if LV1 was this powerful, would it break human limits? Qin Yun was deeply eager to find out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of tourists on the back deck gradually increased; the ferry’s horn echoed in the distance. Qin Yun joined the crowd boarding the vessel, found a window seat on the second floor, but had no interest in the sea view outside—his mind was still filled with combat techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how long passed before the ferry gave a slight jolt and slowly pulled away from the dock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the ferry had sailed for fifteen minutes, he stood up and stepped out of the cabin, intending to get some fresh air on deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he pushed open the cabin door, a salty sea breeze hit his face. The next second, a heart-wrenching scream pierced the deck’s noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah… Xiao Bao… no…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun froze. He turned toward the sound. At the deck’s edge, a young mother gripped the railing with both hands, her face as pale as paper, her eyes vacant as she stared at the sea—her voice carried such despair it sent chills down the spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waist carrier in her arms and her expression instantly triggered a terrible premonition in Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the child fall into the sea??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instinctively, Qin Yun dashed to the woman’s side, leaned over, and looked out—then he saw a small figure rise and fall once in the waves before vanishing beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no time to think—he pushed off hard with his feet, launching himself like an arrow released from a bow, soaring through the air toward the spot where the child had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The event happened too fast for the tourists on deck to react. After a brief silence, screams erupted in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit, someone fell into the sea!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick, stop the ferry! Someone went overboard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw it—a child accidentally tumbled over, and then a guy jumped in to save him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tourists erupted into chaos. Some rushed to find ferry crew to stop the vessel, others fumbled for their phones to record, while others stared back at the sea—only foam and waves remained, nothing else visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Linlin, what happened? Where’s Xiao Bao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a young man in a short-sleeved shirt rushed over. Seeing his wife collapsed on the ground, wailing, his heart sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband… Xiao Bao fell… fell into the sea… waaaah… what do we do… Xiao Bao fell into the sea…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother was incoherent, nearly insane. Her own child, held in her arms just moments ago, had slipped into the sea—anyone would break down under such a blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man froze. His face turned instantly pale, his lips bluish, his whole body trembling as he stared at his wife in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… what did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, someone shouted loudly: “Look! Is that a figure? There’s a child on his head! Damn, this guy’s insane—he actually saved him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Qin Yun hit the water, he reached out—but missed the child. Fortunately, the child hadn’t sunk yet, still bobbing on the surface. Otherwise, the murky waters of Zhoushan Sea would have been a death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun held his breath, kicked his legs, and swiftly grabbed the child’s collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child screamed in terror, voice hoarse, gulping seawater. Qin Yun had no time to comfort him—he surfaced, placed the child on his head, and looked toward the distant ferry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled, waves churned. The power of the sea was far more terrifying than a swimming pool—hidden currents lurked, and one misstep could sweep you away. Qin Yun was no longer an ordinary man—his physical strength was beyond any normal human’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could swim ten kilometers without breaking a sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, the ferry had drifted several hundred meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Bao… Xiao Bao…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ferry, the couple heard the tourists’ shouts and suddenly found strength—they pulled themselves up, gripping the railing, staring into the distance. But the ferry had moved farther ahead; all they saw now was glittering waves and roaring surf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband… what do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man had no idea what to do—but someone pulled out a phone, zoomed in, and tried to spot them. Surprisingly, modern phones with hundreds of millions of pixels weren’t useless after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Found them! Look here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The couple and several others rushed over. When they saw the scene on the phone, they burst into tears, hands over their mouths, trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the guy who jumped in just now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He saved the child—he saved him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tourists erupted in cheers, their voices echoing across the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The couple stared at the phone screen, weeping uncontrollably. Then the ferry finally lowered a life raft toward Qin Yun’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the raft approached, the two crew members quickly spotted two figures—a man and a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun first helped them lift the child aboard, then climbed up himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, you’re awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crew members were awestruck. Someone had jumped into the sea to save a child who fell from a moving ferry—nearly a death sentence—and this man had pulled it off. He was practically divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if a death had occurred, they’d be held responsible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, both the adult and child were unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the life raft returned to the ferry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Bao… Xiao Bao, my Xiao Bao…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures stumbled over, snatched the child into their arms, and clung to him tightly, refusing to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still warm now—if this had happened in winter, the child would have caught a serious illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Plop!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young couple suddenly knelt before Qin Yun, weeping and bowing their heads to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you… thank you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun reached down and helped them up: “Save your thanks for later—first, take the child to a hot shower. The seawater’s still cold, and I need to clean up too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes… yes…” The captain, who had just arrived, immediately said, “The ferry has showers—I’ll take you there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the captain’s arrangement, Qin Yun quickly washed up. Fortunately, his phone was waterproof, and he still had spare clothes in his bag—he’d have been stuck in wet clothes otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everything was settled, he appeared before the captain with the couple and the child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain, surnamed Sun, was a middle-aged man in his forties. He first expressed deep gratitude to Qin Yun—he knew that if this had turned into a tragedy, he, as captain, would be the first held accountable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether or not the incident was his fault, as captain, he bore primary responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s act of rescue didn’t just save a life and a family—it saved his own career.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After countless thanks, Qin Yun gave him his phone number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned to the cabin, he was treated like a hero—everyone looked at him with admiration. It made him uncomfortable, but the journey from Short Gu Dao Head to Putuo Mountain Passenger Center was only thirty minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he boarded the ferry to Wugongzhi Pier, no one remembered him—only his legend lived on in whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding his motorcycle, he arrived at Zhouyu Dormitory before 3 p.m. As soon as he got home, Fang Nan sent him a video editing the repair work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t watch it—he put his things away and drove straight to his mother’s workplace. Hu Fen worked at a state-affiliated company in Zhoushan, relatively idle, and the real benefits of such a job only showed up after retirement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her salary was low, as a child he’d thought his mother was incredibly good at earning money.\u003C\u002Fp>",2030,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","37cd1e87497ab2439a412f9882f272b3cda4ae337e0073700e8a1eebc6899fe3","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-40","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-38",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]