Chapter 1: Three Years, and After Three Years, Another Three Years

My name is Zhang Xuan. I wake up at 7:30 every morning, and after a simple wash, I usually eat breakfast.

For breakfast, I choose deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and soy milk, or a savory crepe with milk.

This provides me with enough energy to work energetically for the whole morning.

Around 12:30 at noon, I eat lunch; sometimes I cook it myself, sometimes I eat at a fast-food restaurant near my home, but most of the time I order takeout.

Of course, I pay great attention to nutrition; it must contain both vegetables and meat.

I focus on supplementing protein and carbohydrates, and daily vitamins are also essential.

After a busy day, I exercise in the park after 5:00 PM.

I eat dinner around 7:00 PM, and after finishing, I go for a walk for a while.

Then I return home to read for a bit or play with the Chat Group for a while, chatting with the silly group members. I definitely go to bed before 10:00 PM.

My daily life is very fulfilling. As a corporate slave, my friends all think I am excessively normal, not like a normal person.

I think my life is very regular and also very normal.

However, I have a deeply hidden secret in my heart: I am a reborn person.

……

Early in the morning, Zhang Xuan woke up facing the warm sunlight outside the window and stared blankly out the window for a while.

"Anyway, there's nothing to do, should I sleep a bit more?"

As a reborn person, Zhang Xuan feels he is a failure.

He doesn't remember the lottery numbers from his previous life, nor does he remember the outcomes of sports betting or the like; he doesn't care much about these things.

The only thing he has an impression of is the welfare lottery executives reported in the news who sat in the "regret chair," remembering them crying and saying they regretted it.

Anyway, there is no one who sits in the regret chair who doesn't regret it.

I don't know why they didn't regret it before.

In the three years since his rebirth, Zhang Xuan did want to learn from those great reborn people of the past to start an era: writing songs, writing lyrics, buying lottery tickets, starting companies, making movies...

Flirting with beautiful female celebrities with fair skin and long legs every day, with company executives and black-stockinged office ladies by his side, and every now and then having a moving love-hate story, carrying a knife but not an umbrella.

Hmm, then he discovered that it simply wouldn't work.

He does remember many familiar songs from his past life, but he cannot recite the full lyrics, and the ones he can recite are basically already popular.

From this point, the path of writing and selling songs was more than half blocked.

There is no rap or hip-hop here, but Zhang Xuan doesn't care about these either; at least he doesn't take on rap or hip-hop lyrics.

More importantly, this seems to be a Parallel World.

Most things are no different from his memories of his previous life, but his parents and familiar relatives and friends are not here.

Various memories from his past life are of no use to Zhang Xuan; he cannot use any of the methods from the various rebirth and rise novels he read from Qidian.

The only things that are slightly useful are the novels he once read; the web novels in this Parallel World have not had major development.

Relying on the many classic web novels he once read in his memory, Zhang Xuan has actually made a name for himself in this world.

At least his income is much better than the corporate slave he was in his previous life.

But that is all.

Every day is easier than before, but in the final analysis, he is still a corporate slave.

Working hard to type words every day, just barely making a living.

However, after his rebirth, Zhang Xuan is not completely helpless; he still has a Golden Finger: there is a Wanjie Chat Group in his mind.

It is a pity that there is only a Chat Group; yes, only one group.

Zhang Xuan glanced at the Chat Group; at this very moment, the Chat Group was a stagnant pool of water, not even a ghost in sight.

The Chat Group has one Group Owner, three Administrators, and eighteen group members.

But they are all Zhang Xuan's alt accounts; there is not a single real person.

The name of the Chat Group is also quite intimidating: Wanjie Chat Group.

But after Zhang Xuan got this Chat Group, it has been three years, and not a single person has been added.

When he first got the Chat Group, Zhang Xuan was ecstatic, and every morning when he woke up, he would take a look at the Chat Group to see if any newcomers had joined.

He didn't ask for much; just a few Immortals with the ability of Chang Sheng, like Shi Hao, Luo Feng, or Tathagata Buddha.

If these people sent him some Red Packets or taught him a few books like the Dainichi Tathagata Heart Sutra or He Hua Qian Gu, he would be satisfied.

As a result, it has been a full three years; let alone Shi Hao or Luo Feng, even the next-best options like Demon Lord Chonglou or Li Xiaoyao are not there.

It has been a full three years of grinding, and not only are there no people, there isn't even a ghost.

Zhang Xuan no longer hopes for top-tier figures to join the Chat Group; just having someone enter casually would be fine.

At least tell him that this world really has something extraordinary; he doesn't ask for much.

Like the life-prolonging Zhang Sanfeng, the Legend who lived to be over a hundred years old Sun Simiao, or Tang Zichen who possesses top-tier national martial arts.

Because the Chat Group has not worked for a long time, Zhang Xuan suspects that it might be in a world without magic, and the Chat Group needs energy to start, but a world without magic has no extraordinary energy, so it cannot start.

Now, the world he is in seems to be a low-magic, or even a no-magic world.

After developing for so long, he has never heard of any Immortals; it seems to be just an ordinary urban world.

If there were top-tier Immortal techniques but no way to practice them, and this world was said to be an Age of Dharma Decline, that would be a headache.

Therefore, Zhang Xuan is very realistic now; a few legacies that can allow him to prolong his life and be strong and healthy would be enough. He really doesn't ask for much; he didn't even ask for internal energy.

He just wants a low-end version of a retired soldier king in the city; at most, a bodyguard for a school beauty would also be fine.

Hmm, it's useless.

Praying to God and Buddha in his heart is also useless.

Zhang Xuan is very panicked now; he is afraid that in the future he will have to say "three years, and after three years, another three years," and the Chat Group will still just be a damn Chat Group.

With only a bunch of his alt accounts inside, and nothing else from anyone else.

"Sigh, another boring day!"

In the Chat Group, Zhang Xuan routinely had one of his alt accounts send a message.

Inside the Chat Group, the Group Owner stood high above, without a name or title.

The three Administrators stood there all alone.

The first Administrator was a Tier 11 Dao Fruit Realm, the second Administrator was a Tier 11 End of the Road, and the third Administrator was a Tier 10 Heavenly Dao Controller.

Are these people really in the group? Of course not, not a single one.

Zhang Xuan kept these people in the Chat Group mainly to increase its prestige; they basically just held a title and never bubbled up all day long.

Anyway, various Q-groups in reality also have people who hold the title of administrator but never bubble up.

Their identities are usually somewhat extraordinary, and occasionally bubbling up is earth-shattering, causing a bunch of newbies to cheer, "Big Boss is awesome," "Big Boss 666."

As long as such people are in a Q-group, the prestige of that group is undoubtedly much higher.

After all, since the Group Owner and Administrators are all awesome figures, even if the group members are a bit humble and have a low presence in this Chat Group, joining this group makes me feel strong too.

At the very least, there is hope and a possibility of reaching the level of the Group Owner or Administrators in the future, right?

Wouldn't that just be an instant takeoff?

Zhang Xuan even specially created eighteen alt accounts just to show off the prestige of the Administrators.

After all, he didn't have much prestige in the early stages, and if he wanted to get some benefits from the Chat Group to fool the group members, he had to let the Administrators show off their power and strength.

When the time comes, he could just have an Administrator strike one of his alt accounts until it vanishes into thin air, and then he could jump out to explain, saying that the world had been destroyed and both the group member and the world no longer existed—wouldn't the prestige be maxed out instantly?

The idea was quite beautiful, and the whole plan had no problems, except for one tiny issue—the "killing the chicken to warn the monkey" act could currently only be watched by Zhang Xuan himself.

The entire Chat Group consisted of nothing but alt accounts.

Playing with the Chat Group every day was just self-entertainment.

He had set up all the rules of the Chat Group in great detail.

The levels of the worlds, the rules for group members to follow, group announcements, how to build the whole group into a united, friendly, mutually helpful group that likes to send Red Packets daily, how to fool other group members into sending benefits (crossed out)...

He had set everything up; it was quite perfect.

But no one was there to play with him.

"Sigh, this damn Golden Finger would be better off not existing; it keeps me hanging here every day, making me feel miserable to death..."

Zhang Xuan couldn't help but complain.

He couldn't even remember how many times he had complained; having something useful but being unable to use it was too painful.

The next moment, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

Ding, a qualified person has been detected who can enter the Chat Group. Do you wish to invite them?

Zhang Xuan was just preparing to take advantage of the morning to work hard and write a few thousand words to earn some money for himself.

Suddenly hearing such a voice in his mind, his first reaction wasn't to choose to accept, but rather he froze for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating.

At the very beginning, he had prayed countless times to add some new group members, to have some transcendent figures come.

But after three consecutive years, he had basically given up; suddenly hearing it, he was stunned, and after a moment of being stunned, his heart was filled with ecstasy.

He immediately clicked confirm.

"Sigh, who will it be? Who will it be? I want it, I really want it."

He couldn't help but rub his hands frantically in front of him; he remembered the original intention of the Chat Group and couldn't help but start fantasizing again.

"I don't ask for much, just bring me some Gods or Immortals, just let me achieve Chang Sheng and immortality.

"I don't ask for much else; if that's really not possible, a few practitioners will do, just let me be able to step onto the path of cultivation, at least to live for a few thousand or ten thousand years."

Once there was hope, Zhang Xuan immediately changed his tune.

He put away all the criticism he had just leveled at the Chat Group.

"Buddha bless, Amen, God bless, give me a blessing!"

After praying, he looked over, and after seeing it, he was stunned for a moment.

Tier 2 practitioner Zhang Sanfeng has applied to join the Chat Group, from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

"Ah, this..."

Zhang Xuan froze for a moment and couldn't help but complain: "Damn it, with so many wishes, you're just fulfilling them by sticking to the lowest minimum standard, right?"

He was familiar with Zhang Sanfeng; after all, he grew up reading Martial Arts novels.

Zhang Sanfeng was truly an invincible figure in The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber; people always said that while others practiced martial arts, he was cultivating to become an Immortal.

The six major sects came to offer birthday greetings, while simultaneously wanting to find the whereabouts of the Dragon Slaying Saber.

The representative of the Shaolin Temple used the toughest tone to say the most cowardly words.

"Let us all go up together; I don't believe he can kill us all."

Ah, from this point of view, Zhang Sanfeng is still quite strong... my foot.

No matter how strong Zhang Sanfeng is, he is still a character in a Martial Arts story; he can neither achieve Chang Sheng nor immortality, and his Internal Energy requires decades or even a century of hard practice to become very strong.

It is actually quite miserable and does not match the prestige of the Chat Group.

"Sigh, I can't ask to reach the sky in one step; I can only take it one step at a time. If a top-tier big boss really came, I wouldn't be able to fool them anyway."

Zhang Xuan felt a little miserable, but still felt that this matter was not unacceptable.

At the very least, after waiting for three years, it was finally confirmed that this damn Wanjie Chat Group was somewhat useful.

"Next, it's time to start preparing my 'fooling' technique. I've made countless contingency plans: courtesy first and force later, force first and courtesy later, borrowing the tiger's skin to wave the banner... with so many rounds of plans, I don't believe I can't get good things."

"Agree!"

Zhang Xuan clicked agree heavily with his mind.

(End of this chapter)