[{"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-15":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2300903,4500,"Chapter 15: Twin Worlds","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>In the bright living room, Fang Can stared wide-eyed at everything before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was so familiar—it was the villa he had lived in for years, unchanged in every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Have I really come back again?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disbelieving, Fang Can turned his gaze to the television, where the time now flashed in the lower-left corner of the news broadcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Tianqi Year 136, December 1, 03:45】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘December 1.’ Fang Can instinctively covered his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if this time was correct, after spending seven days in the other world, time here had effectively paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What’s going on?’ Fang Can turned his head, his eyes landing on the floor-to-ceiling window beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mirror, a black-haired ancient-style beauty of a boy, dressed in black and red, stared back with wide eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his strength not remained and his clothes not changed, he might have believed the past seven days were a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So I truly crossed over—and crossed back.’ With this thought, several ideas surged into Fang Can’s mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Will there be another crossing? When will it happen? If I go back in a few days, how do I explain it to the Tiger Demon Sect? Or is everything in the other world paused while I’m here?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Fang Can’s mind was in chaos; the sudden crossing had shattered all his plans. He stepped back and sat on the sofa, thinking as his eyes flickered toward the TV news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, a suited news anchor spoke seriously into the camera:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘With only weeks left until the Seventh National Carnival, the public is highly attentive to this year’s event. We look forward to…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Almost forgot about this.’ Fang Can lay on his side, propping his head with his palm, thinking to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called ‘Seventh Evil Purge Initiative’ was a proposal made seven years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reduce the population’s growing negative emotions, the nation’s superpowered elite conducted a nationwide survey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The survey question: should one city each year be granted a single day of ultimate carnival?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carnival’s content ranged from bloody public trials of criminals to the full legalization of all acts within the city—broadcast live in its entirety, a textbook example of entertainment unto death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can couldn’t understand why such an absurd survey had passed, and could only attribute it to the fact that this superpowered nation had the right to act arbitrarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, the National Carnival had now lasted seven years, and every selected city became a cesspool the next day, taking years to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was that participants weren’t just locals—they included lower-class citizens transported from other cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such as the bottom 1% of students in the national exams, convicts from every prison, commoners who dared defy the superpowered elite, and thrill-seekers who volunteered from across the nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I wonder which city got picked this year? Hard to guess.’ Fang Can tilted his head, secretly looking forward to the unlucky city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was half a thrill-seeker himself, closely following the annual event and rewatching the top moments at least twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he speculated, the superpowered elders he imagined were already drawn to the disturbance inside the experimental base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Longyin Base beneath the suburbs of City A, an eighteen-year-old boy in a golden tight-fitting suit, a red cape draped over his shoulders, and a giant ‘F’ emblazoned on his chest entered the modern laboratory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood researchers in sterile suits, their hurried steps betraying their urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing the youth in golden attire, the researchers all halted, their faces tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all recognized this superpowered boy who frequently appeared on screens delivering speeches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Code-named F-Man, full title: 【Fuckyou Man】—his displayed abilities included super strength, super defense, super speed, super vision…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at them, the boy’s expression was cold, his tone flat: ‘Send someone who can talk to me. Don’t waste my time. Report immediately.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his urging, several researchers exchanged glances, then an elder stepped forward from the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After organizing his words, the old man said briefly: ‘Sir, just now, we detected massive temporal energy surges simultaneously across all thirty-seven of our national bases.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So what’s the problem?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>F-Man frowned. ‘Hasn’t this kind of temporal energy burst happened every few days before? Didn’t you even theorize that each burst temporarily froze the entire world?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the boy’s question, the old man replied curtly: ‘This surge is entirely different. Previous ones evenly blanketed the entire planet and beyond.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But this time, the energy waves are clustered, scattered across the nation—as if hundreds of national-level spacetime-capable individuals activated their powers at once.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So?’ The boy raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I suspect someone from another world has invaded.’ The old man spoke seriously—prompting the boy to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Don’t tell me you’re still clinging to that twin-world theory.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What nonsense about two worlds’ time being interlocking gears, with teeth as time and the junction as the meshing point, and one world pausing while the other flows—this is even crazier than those sci-fi multiverse theories.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the elder’s grim expression, the boy laughed for a while, then waved his hand:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Enough. You say there are hundreds of temporal energy clusters scattered across the nation, right? Are any of them in the wastelands outside cities? I’ll go check what’s around.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Yes, sir.’ The old man nodded dejectedly, then ordered his researchers to report a location of one energy cluster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the location was given, a gale swept through—the boy’s original spot left only a deep crater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above it, a two-meter-wide hole tore open, piercing straight to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the sunlight stream through the hole, the old man sighed softly, powerless against the capricious nature of these lofty power-bearers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The New Nation—a country formed after the Great Collapse by superpowered individuals, where all authority rests solely in their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon revealing one’s superpower, one is ranked into six tiers: village, county, prefecture, city, province, nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the weakest, capable only of igniting a tiny flame as a village-tier power, utterly crushes the privileges of any billionaire commoner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this nation—or rather, the entire world now—superpowered individuals form a separate, superior class, independent of wealth, appearance, or technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just now, that F-Man was a noble provincial-tier power—a commoner who so much as glared at him could be wiped out along with his entire family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1050,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","24e90a2f80866a59480a27478cefd89bde4e32bb20606368c913fb0b1e1a22a3","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-16","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-14",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]