Chapter 1: The Transmigrated Superpower User

Fang Can knew he was a superpower user.

Or rather, he was born with an extraordinary ability unlike any ordinary person’s.

He called this ability of his 【From Despair to Fortune】.

When he encountered danger, his intelligence, endurance, luck, willpower, and more would all rise proportionally to the severity of the threat.

This ability could also be understood as “misfortune precedes good fortune”—you must first suffer misfortune before good fortune can follow.

His conviction that he possessed a superpower stemmed from countless experiences since childhood.

When he was six months old, his parents fed him low-quality milk powder from a well-known brand.

This directly caused him to walk at three days old, speak at five days old, and converse fluently by ten days old, becoming a local prodigy.

During middle school, after a fight resulted in a comminuted fracture of his right arm, his family won ten million in welfare lottery that same month.

That money allowed their slightly strained household to immediately send Fang Can to the best ICU ward in town.

In high school, while sick with the flu and studying anyway, Fang Can’s grades jumped by seventy-five points that month, reaching the level required for admission to Beiqing University.

These lifelong experiences solidified Fang Can’s belief that he was a superpower user.

Now, nearing the Half-Step to University realm—the peak of mental and physical strength for a senior high school student preparing for college—Fang Can awoke from sleep to find himself in a dilapidated alley.

‘So… I’ve been reincarnated?’

Fang Can, still in his pajamas, rubbed his chin, standing in the alley with a frown.

He still had millions in assets back home to inherit, yet he got reincarnated without even a single coin dropping?

Through the light and shadow in the alley, Fang Can could see the scene beyond.

It was early morning; the great sun had just begun to rise, its rays illuminating the scene before him.

Before him stood an ancient town, its stone-paved streets lined with shops, wooden signs swaying gently in the wind.

Outside, pedestrians wore crude linen garments like those in historical dramas; vendors shouted their wares, laughter drifted from teahouses—all blending into perfect harmony.

Judging by the scenery, this timeline was roughly modern-era, with technology still undeveloped.

Fang Can tightened his pajamas slightly; he wasn’t overly concerned about his current situation.

After all, he was a superpower user—how could he possibly fail to survive? Who cared!

‘Though there’s no system like in novels…’

Before Fang Can’s thoughts could wander further, a sharp, dialect-heavy shout rang out behind him: “Short-haired brat, how dare you intrude on our territory?”

‘Huh… there are people in the alley?’ Hearing the voice, Fang Can instinctively turned his head.

Five youths, their hair loosely tied, dressed in mismatched rags, were rising from a discarded wooden crate.

Their clothes were plain, their appearance filthy, their hair matted from long neglect—undoubtedly bottom-dwellers.

Even their cheeks bore the gauntness of prolonged hunger.

“Oh? A pretty little white-faced boy.”

As Fang Can turned, the leader among them—a thug whose eyes resembled Li Ronghao’s—narrowed his gaze.

Not long ago, the five of them had gathered to discuss how to scavenge more money to survive the New Year.

Then, suddenly, they noticed a short-haired boy in luxurious-looking clothing standing in the alley.

Under the thug’s scrutiny, the boy was clearly no wealthy heir.

His expensive-looking fluffy coat—worth at least five taels of silver—his unusually handsome face, his uncommonly short black hair, and his bare, pale feet stepping directly on dusty stones.

‘This isn’t a young master. More like a servant who fled in a hurry from some rich household. Could he be one of those pretty boys sold to noble youths?’

The leader was certain: no noble son would ever shave his hair into such a ridiculous style.

Meeting Fang Can’s calm gaze, the leader’s courage swelled, his eyes darkening with menace:

“Kid, if you don’t want to be dragged off to the authorities, hand over everything valuable on you.”

“Yeah, hand over that coat too,” added a thug beside him with a wine-stained nose, his eyes greedy.

That decent-looking, spacious coat was worth at least a few taels—perfect for winter funds.

Whether this kid could survive the winter after being stripped naked? Not their problem.

Fang Can paid no attention to the thugs’ threats.

His attention was fixed on a virtual frame of bone-white mist that had appeared before him.

Name: Fang Can

Body: 1.2

Spirit: 1.2

Qi: 1.0

Talent Term 1 【From Despair to Fortune】: The worse your environment, the higher your hidden stats—turning misfortune into fortune! Turning hardship into blessing!

Talent Term 2 【Unyielding】: Only when death is nearly upon you can you awaken to the truth of life!

Description: None

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‘What is this?’ Fang Can, curious, stared at the bone-white interface.

He’d never seen anything like it in his eighteen years of life—yet now, upon reincarnation, it appeared, like a game character panel.

In the cold, damp alley, Fang Can’s silence made the five thugs assume he was terrified.

More convinced than ever he was a runaway servant, the leader reached out to strip him.

Watching the unwelcome hand pass through the transparent panel toward him, Fang Can scowled and swung his arm forward sharply.

“Slap!”

The leader retracted his right arm, teeth gritted, the contact site glowing red.

Pain spurred him—he no longer tolerated Fang Can, now certain he was a runaway servant—and he lunged to beat him.

But before he could strike, a powerful right leg slammed straight into his abdomen.

With a choked groan, the leader was kicked hard to the ground, clutching his stomach and whimpering.

Looking at the group of ragged fools before him, Fang Can’s eyes held a trace of disdain:

“Five pathetic outsiders—how dare you try to rob me?”

As he spoke, Fang Can stepped down, his foot crushing the fallen thug’s chest, speaking with utter certainty:

“While I’m still in a good mood, get out of my sight.”

As the thugs’ gazes turned dangerous, Fang Can lifted his foot and changed his tone:

“Wait—I’ve changed my mind.”

“Hand over everything valuable on you, and each of you five give me a set of clothes—or you’ll regret it!”

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(End of Chapter)