Chapter 1: I Have a Synthesis Slot

Daxia, Jiangnan Sheng, Hengcheng.

In the classroom of Class 8, Senior Year 3 at Hengcheng No. 1 High.

"There's still one month left until the Martial Artist assessment."

"I hope that, even if only one Prospective Warrior emerges from our class, as a teacher I would have glory on my face."

"In this final period, give it your all—did you hear me?"

On the podium, a teacher was speaking passionately.

Meanwhile, the students in the classroom sat listlessly.

"Teacher, becoming a Prospective Warrior isn't that easy."

"Exactly, to become a Prospective Warrior you need at least kilogram of force in a punch—I've been taking pills for two years and can only just manage to burst out three hundred kilograms of force with one hand."

"The gap is too huge!"

"Exactly, not only must strength meet the standard, but even the robustness of Qi and Blood must meet it—I currently have only about 0.2 Qi and Blood!"

"We're not Martial Artists, we can't obtain official Martial Artist techniques, nor can we rely on techniques to improve, and medicinal pills are too expensive—we can't afford them!"

The students were complaining.

And the teacher on the podium was also somewhat helpless.

In this world, myriad races run rampant, and martial arts flourish.

There are powerful Martial Artists who can withstand hot weapons unharmed, and even more so, they can rend mountains and rivers.

The status of Martial Artists in Daxia is exalted.

Only Martial Artists can let Daxia survive amidst the myriad races standing side by side!

"But students, only by becoming Martial Artists is the sole path to the pinnacle of life; you still have a month—keep pushing!"

Regarding this, the teacher could only say helplessly.

Inside the classroom, students whispered among themselves, while in the corner Su Yu stared blankly ahead, dazed.

"Place two identical items inside, and they can be synthesized!"

"Techniques, medicinal pills, and everything else identical can be synthesized!"

What's going on?

Su Yu felt somewhat bewildered.

He is not a person of this world; in his previous life he loafed for over twenty years, and as a result, on a dark and windy night, he was hit by a car.

Upon waking, he arrived in this world.

After a long time, he barely managed to adapt to this world.

But just yesterday, such a virtual synthesis slot appeared before his eyes.

This synthesis slot looks like those little games from his past life, with two slots, and below it is a golden synthesis frame.

"Two identical items? Synthesize?"

"Is this my golden finger?"

A flash of light passed through Su Yu's eyes.

Ding-ling-ling!

The end-of-class bell rang.

Su Yu picked up his bag and ran toward the school exit.

In a dilapidated rental house, Su Yu, panting, put down his bag and eagerly gazed at the synthesis slot visible only to him.

"I just don't know what good things this synthesis slot can produce."

Su Yu searched left and right, found two identical sheets of white paper, and carefully placed them into the synthesis slot.

Immediately, lines of text popped up beneath the golden synthesis slot.

"Ordinary white paper: truly just a very ordinary sheet of white paper!"

"Synthesize?"

Su Yu suppressed his inner excitement.

"Synthesize!"

Su Yu pressed the synthesis button; a flash of light shone, yet within the golden synthesis frame appeared a sheet of spotless white paper.

"Refined white paper: a sheet of white paper that has undergone refinement!"

Su Yu:...

"It seems that even when synthesizing ordinary items, you cannot create something better; you can only improve upon the original basis."

Although Su Yu was speechless, after this test he likely understood the function of the synthesis slot.

This synthesis slot truly can synthesize, and the items after synthesis indeed greatly enhance the original quality!

Upon thinking this, Su Yu suddenly had an idea.

Su Yu cautiously took out an old wooden box from the room.

Opening the wooden box, two blood-red medicinal pills lay quietly inside.

Looking at the two pills, a hint of pain flickered in Su Yu's eyes.

These two pills are called Qi-Blood Pills, used on the market to boost Qi and Blood, but their effect is poor—each raises Qi and Blood by only about 0.01.

Even so, such pills sell for a price of one thousand dollars.

For Su Yu, who lost both parents from a young age, this is undoubtedly a huge sum.

These two pills were bought only after Su Yu had made up his mind for a long time.

Su Yu gazed at the Qi-Blood Pill in his hand, murmuring.

"Synthesis slot, synthesis slot, please don't let me down."

Speaking, Su Yu carefully placed the two Qi-Blood Pills he was holding into the synthesis slot.

「Qi-Blood Pill: a first-grade pill, it can slightly increase human qi and blood strength! 」

「Whether to synthesize! 」

Su Yu made up his mind and clicked the synthesis button.

「Synthesize! 」

Accompanied by a flash of golden light, the two Qi-Blood Pills vanished, and in that golden synthesis slot an extra deep red pill appeared.

A line of small text popped up automatically.

「Blood-Refining Pill: a second-grade pill, it can greatly increase human qi and blood strength, but taking too much reduces the effect! 」

Su Yu's eyes lit up.

Success!

Su Yu took the Blood-Refining Pill out of the golden synthesis slot and took a deep breath.

Just by inhaling, one could feel the rich medicinal fragrance coming from that deep red qi-blood pill.

Even the qi and blood within the bone language boiled.

「This must be a good thing! 」

「I just don't know how effective it is... 」

Su Yu muttered, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

「Never mind that, only by becoming stronger can I earn more money! 」

Speaking, Su Yu then took this Blood-Refining Pill.

The pill entered the mouth, turning into a warm current that surged into Su Yu's whole body.

Su Yu only felt his whole body warm, and then his qi and blood began to surge.

Accompanied by waves of intense pain.

This feeling lasted a full ten minutes before barely subsiding.

After a long while, Su Yu opened his eyes, excitement flashing in his gaze.

「This Blood-Refining Pill actually increases qi and blood by 0.1! 」

Martial Artists, with strength as the foundation and qi and blood as the basis.

Ordinary people's qi and blood is 0.1; to become a Prospective Warrior, qi and blood must reach above 0.5; as for qi and blood reaching 1, that indicates one has become a true Martial Artist.

And qi and blood, besides through one's own training, can only be increased through the stimulation of pills and the coordination of cultivation methods.

Before becoming a Martial Artist, one cannot obtain cultivation methods at all, relying only on pills or gradual tempering through daily accumulation.

As for strength, when qi and blood become strong, strength naturally will not be weak.

Originally Su Yu's qi and blood was around 0.3, but after taking the Blood-Refining Pill, it directly reached 0.4.

If another Blood-Refining Pill were taken....

One might then become a Prospective Warrior!

Just thinking about this, Su Yu's breathing became hurried.

After checking his bank card balance, the eight thousand dollars shown there was all of Su Yu's savings over the years.

「Go for it! If one could become a Prospective Warrior, just the reward would be a hundred thousand dollars, at which point all problems would be solved! 」

Holding the bank card, Su Yu pushed open the door of the rental house.