Chapter 8: Brothers, I

Many times, people in their own space hope for fairness and heavenly justice… but what is heavenly justice? Does heaven uphold fairness? If so, can heaven truly grant us fairness?

No.

If heaven were fair, it would not create beings with different intelligences and different strengths.

…If heaven were fair, it would not have…

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Dusk fell; the yellowish sky turned crimson as the sun sank, and the last remnants of twilight were gradually swallowed by darkness.

Night descended.

In this silent night, all sounds were still; the bright moon and countless stars accompanied each other, draping the earth in a mysterious veil, moonlight like water, quietly spilling over the mountains, casting a faint silver glow upon all things.

After a day of frantic training, Jia Ji lay exhausted on the wooden bed, its surface hard, feeling almost like death.

He stared with his triangular eyes, fixed on the clear northern sky beyond the window.

More precisely, he was watching the seven stars to the north—this world’s version of the Big Dipper, far more dazzling and brilliant than the one in his memory.

In ten years, his younger brother Ken Shi Lang would bear a scar shaped like the Big Dipper, appearing in the post-apocalyptic world at the century’s end, igniting waves of blood and fury, creating countless hellish arenas, and slaughtering every villain the world could produce.

According to the original novel’s formula, all named characters were ranked by letter grade from A to G based on strength; as one of the foremost practitioners of the Big Dipper Divine Fist, he could only land in the middling C tier.

And most importantly, the gap between the top-tier masters ranked A was astronomical—so above them emerged absurd tiers like AA and AAA.

By the way, his other three brothers were all AAA.

(Supplement: On the list, every character except Ken Shi Lang was confirmed dead.)

If even they couldn’t surpass it, how could anyone hope to stop humanity’s self-annihilating nuclear war?

With only Jia Ji’s own efforts, it was utterly impossible—he could never become a top-tier fist master, never in a lifetime!

As a transmigrator, he had the absolute right to say such a heavy thing.

And to prevent this future from unfolding, the “mortal” Jia Ji seemed to be challenging the Big Dipper Divine Fist.

Accompanying him was only a chat group, temporarily useless except for chatting.

Based on Jia Ji’s observations throughout the day, the grayed-out search button on the chat interface had brightened slightly—if it continued recovering at this pace, it would take roughly a hundred days!

“It’s going to take this long?”

Hmph, such a useless thing—if this chat group had some little assistant spirit, Jia Ji would never dare say that; he’d find ways to psychologically manipulate it.

Unfortunately, this “Beautiful Girl Kaleidoscope” was purely a tool, with zero self-awareness.

If it had any, it certainly wouldn’t want to be called that.

“Sigh, in my youth I knew training fists was hard…”

Jia Ji suddenly stopped mid-recitation—not because he forgot the next line, but because he realized his avatar might be clickable.

This… this is…

Unnoticed, the hedgehog-headed boy had already sat up on the bed.

Upon closer look, every part of him trembled uncontrollably—from within, every cell, every molecular structure, radiated one feeling… extreme excitement!

——Character Panel!!!

Let me check it out (shaking voice)!

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Nickname: Big Cute God (Jia Ji)

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Vitality: 2.85 (based on the multiverse’s average human vitality stat)

Mental Power: 1.28 (based on the multiverse’s average human mental stat)

Rank: Ping

After carefully examining his crude stat interface, Jia Ji couldn’t help but exclaim:

Wow, such a retro ranking system!

From weakest to strongest: Paper, Ping, Strong, Fierce, Kuang, Divine, Extraordinary; from Fierce onward, subdivided into Upper, Middle, and Lower.

A classic MUGEN power tier system—not numerical, but symbolic terms to distinguish levels; newcomers would surely be baffled.

Though not intuitive, these terms were undeniably “cool” and impressively mysterious.

Once used, the “trendiness value” instantly skyrocketed fiftyfold.

Paper: Represents the weakest tier, usually ordinary people or cannon fodder, with extremely limited combat power, easily defeated, as fragile as paper.

Ping: Slightly stronger than Paper; can easily defeat multiple Paper-tier opponents, possessing strength and speed beyond normal humans, yet still a low tier.

That was Jia Ji’s current rank.

It wasn’t surprising—after all, his nickname came from MUGEN.

—Named “Big Cute God” for his absurdly over-the-top moves.

“Dong dong dong…”

Jia Ji tapped his own forehead; though it was merely a plain, basic stat interface with no stat-boosting features, merely reflecting his physical data, it strangely brought him peace.

For traditional martial cultivators, visualizing numbers was like unlocking another cheat.

Day after day, year after year of training, yet always stuck in place, seeing no progress at all—growing weary of cultivation was only natural.

This was a path long enough to drive anyone to despair; on this road, motivation mattered as much as talent.

Jia Ji admitted he lacked the perseverance, willpower, and diligence of his brothers.

But from now on, he would never lose to them again.

“It’s just training, right?” Jia Ji clenched his fists under the brilliant starlight of the Big Dipper, gritting his teeth: “Train! Train! Train! I walk a path with no turning back—I will never surrender until I reach the end!”

Never surrender,

Never surrender,

Never surrender!

“Even at midnight, I’ll train—no moment wasted!”

A faint sound came from outside the window; it was the time everyone should be asleep, yet someone was speaking.

Jia Ji jolted awake, a bad premonition rising—he flipped over and peered out the windowsill; the surroundings, bathed in moonlight, flickered in and out—distant mountains, nearby tree shadows, all softly outlined; the grand temple looked especially serene and beautiful.

Yet within the courtyard stood three figures.

What the hell?

Luo Han and Duo Qi were training; even Ken Shi Lang followed silently behind them.

Fuck, there’s a grind demon!

You train without calling me?

This wasn’t their fault—such late-night training had begun spontaneously since the day Jia Ji entered the academy.

It all started with the lowly White Snake Fist, Si Ba. That day, they saw Long Quan display rage for the first time.

Facing the opponent trampling the disciples, the furious Long Quan swung his right fist.

And that punch opened heaven.

The solidified battle aura, forged from roaring fury, wrapped around Long Quan; his close-range straight punch pierced Si Ba clean through the center.

The ceiling of Tai Sheng Hall, over ten meters high, suddenly cracked with ominous, massive fissures—as if torn apart by some terrifying will.

For a moment, all fell silent.

Shocked by the power Long Quan had displayed.

Later, the three brothers, having witnessed everything, unanimously chose to train harder after Long Quan rested.

After Jia Ji left the hospital, due to this body’s habits, his hard training, and the absence of all electronics, he lived a healthy routine—falling into deep sleep the moment he touched the bed.

Except today.

He’d been too excited to sleep, finally noticing everything, suddenly understanding—and in a flash, he threw on his clothes and pants and rushed outside.

Sorry, brothers—I can’t stand seeing you train better than me…

And so—

Jia Ji “voluntarily” joined night study!

That MUGEN tier system was actually quite trendy back then; now no one uses it—I use it, so it’s trendy again (genius move).

Glossary Entry 4:

1 “I walk a path with no turning back—I will never surrender until I reach the end” is from the song “Never Surrender.”

2 “Defeated by the toilet” refers to the protagonist’s transmigration method in “Starting Today, I’m the Demon King.”

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(End of Chapter)