[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2300889,4500,"Chapter 1: The Transmigrated Superpower User","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>Fang Can knew he was a superpower user.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, he was born with an extraordinary ability unlike any ordinary person’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called this ability of his 【From Despair to Fortune】.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he encountered danger, his intelligence, endurance, luck, willpower, and more would all rise proportionally to the severity of the threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ability could also be understood as “misfortune precedes good fortune”—you must first suffer misfortune before good fortune can follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His conviction that he possessed a superpower stemmed from countless experiences since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was six months old, his parents fed him low-quality milk powder from a well-known brand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That money allowed their slightly strained household to immediately send Fang Can to the best ICU ward in town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These lifelong experiences solidified Fang Can’s belief that he was a superpower user.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So… I’ve been reincarnated?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can, still in his pajamas, rubbed his chin, standing in the alley with a frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had millions in assets back home to inherit, yet he got reincarnated without even a single coin dropping?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the light and shadow in the alley, Fang Can could see the scene beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was early morning; the great sun had just begun to rise, its rays illuminating the scene before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood an ancient town, its stone-paved streets lined with shops, wooden signs swaying gently in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, pedestrians wore crude linen garments like those in historical dramas; vendors shouted their wares, laughter drifted from teahouses—all blending into perfect harmony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the scenery, this timeline was roughly modern-era, with technology still undeveloped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can tightened his pajamas slightly; he wasn’t overly concerned about his current situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was a superpower user—how could he possibly fail to survive? Who cared!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Though there’s no system like in novels…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Huh… there are people in the alley?’ Hearing the voice, Fang Can instinctively turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five youths, their hair loosely tied, dressed in mismatched rags, were rising from a discarded wooden crate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their clothes were plain, their appearance filthy, their hair matted from long neglect—undoubtedly bottom-dwellers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their cheeks bore the gauntness of prolonged hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? A pretty little white-faced boy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Fang Can turned, the leader among them—a thug whose eyes resembled Li Ronghao’s—narrowed his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, the five of them had gathered to discuss how to scavenge more money to survive the New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, they noticed a short-haired boy in luxurious-looking clothing standing in the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the thug’s scrutiny, the boy was clearly no wealthy heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘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?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader was certain: no noble son would ever shave his hair into such a ridiculous style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Fang Can’s calm gaze, the leader’s courage swelled, his eyes darkening with menace:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, if you don’t want to be dragged off to the authorities, hand over everything valuable on you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, hand over that coat too,” added a thug beside him with a wine-stained nose, his eyes greedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That decent-looking, spacious coat was worth at least a few taels—perfect for winter funds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether this kid could survive the winter after being stripped naked? Not their problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can paid no attention to the thugs’ threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attention was fixed on a virtual frame of bone-white mist that had appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Name: Fang Can\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Body: 1.2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit: 1.2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi: 1.0\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talent Term 1 【From Despair to Fortune】: The worse your environment, the higher your hidden stats—turning misfortune into fortune! Turning hardship into blessing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talent Term 2 【Unyielding】: Only when death is nearly upon you can you awaken to the truth of life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Description: None\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What is this?’ Fang Can, curious, stared at the bone-white interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never seen anything like it in his eighteen years of life—yet now, upon reincarnation, it appeared, like a game character panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cold, damp alley, Fang Can’s silence made the five thugs assume he was terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More convinced than ever he was a runaway servant, the leader reached out to strip him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the unwelcome hand pass through the transparent panel toward him, Fang Can scowled and swung his arm forward sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader retracted his right arm, teeth gritted, the contact site glowing red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain spurred him—he no longer tolerated Fang Can, now certain he was a runaway servant—and he lunged to beat him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could strike, a powerful right leg slammed straight into his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a choked groan, the leader was kicked hard to the ground, clutching his stomach and whimpering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the group of ragged fools before him, Fang Can’s eyes held a trace of disdain:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five pathetic outsiders—how dare you try to rob me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Fang Can stepped down, his foot crushing the fallen thug’s chest, speaking with utter certainty:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“While I’m still in a good mood, get out of my sight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the thugs’ gazes turned dangerous, Fang Can lifted his foot and changed his tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—I’ve changed my mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hand over everything valuable on you, and each of you five give me a set of clothes—or you’ll regret it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New author, begging for votes online!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1050,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","a94bab7f4726da40da0d3864d8e00b36b40e998281f816b6738b25a435fa59b6","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-2",null,368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]