Chapter 1: Soul-Broken Lone Eagle Transmigrates

"Screw you, God!"

"Bang!"

There was no pain; the past rose to his heart like smoke.

All the memories of this life flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

"Heh, they stand in the light and discriminate against me, phew, it really is ridiculous."

A breeze blew through the window onto his face, feeling exactly like Xiao Qin's soft little hand.

"If there really is an afterlife, even if I die of old age in the Judicial Office, I will never bow to power again. Unfortunately, I realized it too late."

Endless darkness descended; he closed his eyes, a bitter smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. All regrets and grievances vanished completely along with the passing of his life.

"Ding!"

Strange, noisy memories suddenly echoed in his mind along with the sound of a system binding.

He Yuzhu, who had been sleeping soundly on the bed, opened his mouth wide and bolted upright, clutching his head in a cold sweat.

"Hiss."

He Yuzhu shook his head, clenched his fists, and hammered the bed frame hard several times. Veins bulged all over his body, and sweat dripped from his jawline.

From his expression, it was clear that he was enduring immense pain at this moment.

The intermingling of memories made it difficult for him to distinguish for a moment whether he was this Shazhu, who was being parasitized and bled dry by the entire Siheyuan, or that glorious, high-stakes sniper who "defeated heaven by half a move."

But no matter how painful his body was, he remained silent, and a smile even hung on the corners of his mouth.

"I actually transmigrated! Hahahaha!"

Finally, as the memories were completely digested in his mind and the veins on his body slowly subsided, he lay back on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and laughed out loud.

"System binding successful!"

"Congratulations on receiving a Novice Gift Pack!"

"Checking in at different locations daily grants different rewards. Current check-in count: 1!"

"Name: He Yuzhu."

"Current attributes (upgraded)! Martial Arts: 87. Intelligence: 77. Politics: 74. Charm: 84."

"Skills: Cooking (Intermediate Upper Grade), Chess (Intermediate Lower Grade), Marksmanship (Intermediate Upper Grade), Combat (Intermediate Middle Grade), Art (Intermediate Lower Grade), General (Intermediate Middle Grade)."

He Yuzhu, Shazhu?

Heh, that really is pathetic enough.

I didn't expect my political intelligence to be so low.

No wonder; he who hesitates is lost, and I managed to ruin a perfectly good hand.

Phew! System? Did you bring me here?

He Yuzhu lay limp on the bed, his head throbbing.

After browsing through the memories in his mind like looking at flowers while riding a horse, he muttered to himself, but the system gave him no reply.

Closing his eyes and looking at a mysterious space in his mind, He Yuzhu opened the golden package inside.

"Novice Gift Pack used successfully! Congratulations on receiving 1 General Skill Point! 2 Small Yellow Fish! 10 Cash (10 Yuan each)! 10 Cigars (10 each)! Rice, flour, grain, oil, chicken, duck, fish, meat, various seasonings, etc. (10 each)!"

He Yuzhu casually applied the skill point to Cooking, and instantly, Cooking became Advanced Lower Grade.

In an instant, countless pieces of knowledge related to cooking flooded into his mind.

Knife skills, vegetable carving, stir-frying, deep-frying, braising, as well as heat control and timing when adding ingredients—all kinds of culinary knowledge and habits underwent subtle changes and adjustments in his mind and muscle memory.

It was as if he had learned it bit by bit, deeply engraved in his mind.

He Yuzhu sighed inwardly; this system is truly miraculous.

Rubbing his persistently throbbing head, Siheyuan, huh? I actually watched this TV series with Teacher Liang back then.

He understood the general plot, and combined with his own memories, he could guess most of it even if there were discrepancies.

This courtyard really is a bunch of vampires.

As for the people from my past life, sigh, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to see them again in this life.

In another two or three years, the version of me who eats leftovers and wears tattered clothes will be born. If I have the chance, I must go to Handong to take a look.

With the system, and looking at the Small Yellow Fish in the space, I probably won't be short of money in this life.

Of course, even without the system, relying on my memories of the future, I could still live a prosperous life. In that case, there's no need to bow my head again in this life.

As for the path ahead, I'll think about it slowly; no rush. After all, the current period is not quite right.

I'd better honestly live as He Yuzhu. After all, the Four Olds are being destroyed right now; it probably wouldn't be a good thing if someone discovered I had transmigrated.

Furthermore, the original body still has several great opportunities waiting for me.

Using life as a chess piece, I will defeat heaven by half a move!

After muttering a few words, He Yuzhu fell into a deep sleep.

"Shazhu, Shazhu, what time is it? You're still not up, you're going to be late!" Qin Huairu's crisp voice came, and she patted He Yuzhu's door while she was at it.

"Got it, you go ahead, I'll leave in a bit." He Yuzhu rubbed his head, sat up, and answered casually.

By the time he finished washing up and walked into the courtyard, everyone else had basically gone to work, leaving only the old people and children of the courtyard behind.

"Bang Geng, what are you being so sneaky about?" As soon as he stepped out, He Yuzhu saw Bang Geng leading his two younger sisters, constantly eyeing the back courtyard.

"Shazhu, hurry up and go to your work, hmph." Bang Geng rolled his eyes at He Yuzhu and pulled his two sisters back into their room.

"Hey, you little brat."

He Yuzhu shook his head, smiled meaningfully, carried his lunch box, and followed the route in his memory to the Rolling Mill's kitchen.

"Master, you're here?" Ma Hua greeted him with a smile and took the lunch box from He Yuzhu's hand.

"Master, the Factory Director had someone send over some things, saying he's hosting a dinner today. There are a lot of good things, so I set some aside for you, hehe."

"You take it home, I still have food." Looking at the fawning Ma Hua, He Yuzhu thought about it in his mind: this apprentice is worth teaching, he's loyal.

"Huh? Master, I saved half a chicken for you today." Ma Hua was stunned and somewhat puzzled; after all, He Yuzhu bringing food home every day was an old tradition.

"Hey, if I tell you to take it, just take it. Why so much nonsense?" He Yuzhu skillfully spun the kitchen knife in his hand, then picked up radishes and cabbage and began chopping them with a *clack-clack-clack*.

"Hehe, then thank you, Master."

"Look at you! Come over here, I'll teach you a new dish today."

"Coming right up."

Watching Ma Hua respectfully pour him a cup of tea, He Yuzhu nodded inwardly and handed the spatula in his hand over to him.

Whether in his past life or his present one, he was never stingy with those around him.

Furthermore, his ambitions did not lie here; Cooking was merely a means to advance, and by teaching Ma Hua, he could also slack off a bit.

While holding his tea mug and sipping tea, he casually offered a few pointers as Ma Hua deftly dished out the Stewed Chicken with Mushrooms from the pot.

"Master, take a look, how is it?" Ma Hua wiped his hands on his apron and looked at He Yuzhu with an expectant face.

"I can tell how you did just by the smell; taste it yourself." Gently tapping the lid of his tea mug, He Yuzhu didn't even look up, blowing away the floating tea leaves.

"Alright, then I'll have a taste. It seems okay."

"Pah! 'Okay' my foot! The heat was a bit light, pour it back and stew it for a while longer."

Spitting out a tea stalk, He Yuzhu secretly took a bit of MSG from the System Space, hid it between his fingers, and sprinkled it into the dish.

"Taste it again, how is it?"

"Hey, Master, you're truly amazing! Just stewing it a little longer made it so much more savory." Ma Hua looked incredulous.

"That is the art of heat control. Keep learning, you hear? Serve the dish."

"Coming right up, the final dish, Stewed Chicken with Mushrooms!"

At this moment, Bang Geng snuck in holding a glass bottle. He Yuzhu glanced at him, said nothing, and turned his head away, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Bang Geng was just like in the television show; he had stolen a chicken from Xu Damao's house.