You Even Bully Beggars? How Rude!

Century Film completed. Memories beginning to be sealed! Commission Task: King of Europe—Success! Collection Task activated: Commission—Neighborhood Harmony, Blending In! Success Reward: Ability: Decomposition and Recomposition! Beginning playback of Period Film. Name: Liu Ren Gender: Male Constitution: 9 Agility: 9 Adult Attribute Limit: 5 Talent: In the Prime of Youth "Eternal Youth"! Ability: Decomposition and Recomposition! Abilities: Storage Space, Orc Beastman, Decomposition and Recomposition! Martial Art: Six Harmonies Xinyiba! Ability: Decomposition and Recomposition: All things under heaven are within your grasp! *** 1945, Sijiucheng, Spring. This year's late spring cold bit deeper and harsher than in years past. Curled up shivering inside a roll of straw, an adolescent boy was jolted awake by the biting chill. Teeth chattering, Liu Ren opened his eyes and looked around, feeling his vision swim in a daze. Where in the hell had he ended up? Was this still his castle in the Alps? "Ah, damn it, that hurts!" Just as the cold washed over him, Liu Ren realized his left arm was fractured. Memories surged like a rising tide, and the recollection of his "predecessor" gradually resurfaced. Two years ago, he and his father had fled famine in the Central Plains to reach Sijiucheng, but his father fell ill and died along the way. Left completely alone, he became a beggar whom nobody pitied, scraping by day after day on handouts and scraps scrounged from restaurants. Two days ago, however, during a sweeping search by Japanese troops, he had been brutally beaten by those inhumane beasts. Left gravely injured, he had no choice but to curl into this corner and wait for death... As the memories continued to surface, Liu Ren's eyes turned crimson. At this moment, he felt no pity for his predecessor; instead, the Japanese troops had awakened a hatred etched deep into his very genes! "You even bully beggars? How ill-mannered!" Gritting his teeth as he spat the words, Liu Ren forcibly pulled his broken arm straight. The blinding agony instantly made his head spin, leaving him gasping for breath. Snatching a dry stick from the ground and clamping it between his teeth, Liu Ren endured the excruciating pain to reset his arm. He knew all too well that if he did not do it himself, no one would ever take pity on him. "Ah!" Hideous blue veins bulged across his forehead. Staring down at his set arm, Liu Ren could not help but shed tears. The pain was simply overwhelming, triggering his body's natural defense mechanisms. Fortunately, he had not passed out from the agony. If he had lost consciousness this time, he might never have woken up again! With his mind consumed by revenge, Liu Ren tossed the nearly splintered stick to the ground and muttered, "In this world, nobody owes me a debt and walks away. Nobody..." Tottering to his feet, Liu Ren stumbled outward step by shaky step. His body was far too weak right now. He had to find something to eat; otherwise, let alone seeking vengeance, he would not even survive this late spring cold. Relying on the meager strength granted by the Transfer, Liu Ren found two wooden boards and splinted his arm. Glancing at his left arm, a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes. "At least my right hand still works..." Scanning the System, Liu Ren furrowed his brows. He actually saw the Six Harmonies Xinyiba from his previous life listed there! "Don't tell me only the things I learned on my own transfer over?" A look of doubt crossed his face. Liu Ren clenched his right fist and threw a punch at an imaginary enemy before him. *Whoosh!* A whistling blast of wind tore through the air. A delighted grin spread across Liu Ren's face. "So that's how it is! The heavens really don't shortchange a hardworking villain!" Yet no sooner had he said this than Liu Ren froze in his tracks. "Wait. Then why didn't I learn any of Elder Qian's knowledge?" After all, back when Elder Qian departed, most of the things seized by the CIA had wound up in Liu Ren's office. Yet despite studying diligently for two years, why hadn't Liu Ren absorbed a single bit of it? Elder Qian: *No matter how stupid a person is, can they really fail to learn calculus?* Liu Ren: *I'm sorry, I'm really not human!* Stumbling forward, Liu Ren put those past events out of his mind. If he kept dwelling on it, he would start wondering whether commanding the Orc Beastmen had literally revoked his humanity! Walking out of the dilapidated residential area that resembled a ruin, Liu Ren looked at the hurried pedestrians on the street, his expression growing solemn. Right then, his stomach let out an earth-shaking rumble. Feeling the cramping ache in his gut, Liu Ren pressed his lips together. It was a sensation he had never experienced before. Even though both of his predecessors' memories contained records of starvation, Liu Ren himself had never endured such torment! "Hey, kid, you ain't dead yet?" Just as Liu Ren weakly leaned back against a wall and slid down to sit, a voice called out from nearby. Turning his head, Liu Ren's eyes widened in confusion when he saw the man pulling a rickshaw. Wasn't this "Karmic Retribution" Third Master Wen? *Smoke over Beiping!* When it came to this man, he was truly the prime example of instant retribution—because anyone who ever slapped Third Master Wen's face ended up dead! Blinking, Liu Ren felt a fleeting urge to test it out. But the moment the thought popped up, he discarded it. He could barely stand right now. Why bother picking on Third Master Wen? Wouldn't that just be asking for retribution? "Oho, giving your Third Master the cold shoulder, are you?" Seeing Liu Ren glance at him and remain silent, Wen San pulled out a piece of cornbread, held it out to him, and said, "Eat up. A child with no mother or father truly has it rough!" Looking up, Liu Ren gazed at Wen San and could not help saying, "I will repay you!" "You? Kid, if you can just stay alive, then your Third Master has accumulated some virtue today!" Chuckling, Wen San turned around and pulled his rickshaw away. Staring at the cornbread in his hands, Liu Ren immediately took a big bite, refusing to let even the tiniest crumb fall to waste. After wolfing down the piece of cornbread, Liu Ren found a nearby well, intending to get a drink of water. Yet the moment the hoodlum managing the well saw him, his face twisted in disgust. "Where'd this beggar crawl out from? Don't you know this is Nan Batian's turf? Want water, huh? Beat it, get lost! Otherwise, I'll stab you dead and dump you in the mass grave!" Glaring at Liu Ren with revulsion, the thug barked curses at him. Liu Ren glanced at him without a word and turned away. Before leaving, however, he burned the man's face into his memory, along with the name Nan Batian! *** Dusk gradually settled over the city. The local hoodlum handed off the sweet-water well to someone else and swaggered off arrogantly. Watching the thug strutting down an alleyway with an insolent waddle, Liu Ren gripped a brick tightly in his hand and closed in swiftly from behind. "Who's there?" Hearing the footsteps, the thug turned around, only to see a brick flying straight toward his face. *Smack!* A violent crack echoed, and the thug instantly screamed in agony. Kicking the man hard in the groin, Liu Ren discarded the brick and drove his right fist straight into the man's throat. With the crunch of fracturing bone in his throat, the hoodlum clutched his neck and stumbled backward in sheer terror. With cold eyes fixed on the thug, Liu Ren stepped forward, his left arm still strapped in its sling. His gaze was entirely devoid of warmth. "You even bully beggars? How ill-mannered!" Watching the man collapse limp to the ground, Liu Ren swept all the silver dollars and loose belongings on him straight into his Storage Space. He had finally seen the truth of this world: surviving here by enduring hardships was impossible. The only way was to consume others!