Question: If you could choose the most epic way to be reborn, what would it be?
Zhu Zhengwei's first thought was this.
Take seven steps in the four directions, raise your right hand and chant, "In the heavens and on earth, I alone am honored."
This is the most prestigious birth method of a certain mythical figure, though it might be infringing somewhat, but he didn't care.
The stories told by scholars are never considered plagiarism.
He's starting over from scratch with a new life.
Can't it be a little epic?
Can't it be a little more perfect?
At this moment, his stunned parents were already like petrified at the spot, and in the next second, they seemed about to kneel down.
Awe-struck.
As if seeing a deity.
In the thatched cottage, the atmosphere was oppressive, and no one dared to make a sound.
But Zhu Zhengwei remained calm and collected, looking at the simply dressed middle-aged couple, holding a pencil, and wrote another line on the bamboo mat:
"My descent to earth is heaven's decree, do not spread word, do not reveal!"
After some turmoil, his parents saw him as if seeing a celestial being descending, they even considerately took down the kitchen god's statue, replaced it with Zhu Zhengwei's, and offered incense and fruits.
"Having parents is different." Zhu Zhengwei shifted his little butt on the Kitchen God Altar, changing to a more comfortable Maitreya Buddha reclining position, at this moment truly experiencing the warmth of a normal family's childhood.
I finally have a childhood with the love of normal parents.
Comforting!
During the subsequent period, Zhu Zhengwei took control, no longer worried about being abandoned by his parents, obediently acting as a baby, observing his surroundings.
He quickly understood the circumstances of this dreamscape birth in the mountain village through his parents.
Bamboo Scenic Village.
Located south of Mountain City University, three hundred miles south, at the foot of a big mountain in Yun Gui.
The villagers farm and weave, living a relatively traditional, secluded life, connecting with the outside world through a nearby county town, where many living necessities and goods are traded.
The time was the late 1990s.
The family he was born into wasn't wealthy, quite poor.
Through exploring the boundaries, he discovered the actual map range was quite small.
The entire dreamscape was about the size of a house and a few nearby neighbors.
This is to be expected.
The places seen in childhood are the boundaries of the dreamscape.
It's normal for the dreamscape environment seen as an infant to be quite limited when he was abandoned.
"It's not surprising that I was born near Bamboo Scenic Village, I was picked up in the county and grew up here, eventually attending the local university, so, for sure, my parents were people from a nearby village, they couldn't have abandoned a baby across provinces, right?"
However, his current parents didn't perceive that he was a fake, and instinctively overlooked the peculiarity of the village.
It can't be denied, the soul world is indeed wondrous.
"As long as I continue fooling my parents, I can take advantage of this root dream of birth to effectively conduct various experiments... even change my past."
Since, as a child, a pencil stabbing the corner of his eye leaves a corresponding scar in his grown self in reality.
Then, what would happen if his childhood self intensely exercised the body, to his grown self in reality?
Zhu Zhengwei decided to give it a try:
He began fully planning his life in the most reasonable way possible.
Hoo hah!
The next morning, he even found some traditional internal power breathing techniques online and started training himself.
"Li Xiang, let me see your fitness collection."
"Okay."
His roommate Li Xiang absolutely loves fitness, always desiring a good physique, but his way of working out is special, every time lying in bed while collecting motivational fitness videos from various fitness bloggers, getting all excited and pumped, saving them in his collection to gather dust, which for him equates to working out.
"Scientific Breathing Skill"
Gazed at for a few moments.
The breathing methods are essentially similar.
Practicing breathing, inhalation, exhalation, in shallow and one deep breaths, it's obviously not possible to cultivate internal powers, but long-term practice indeed provides immense benefits and advantages to lung capacity and internal organs.
No matter what sport or fitness activity, breathing is always a major focus.
Even if it's impossible to rewrite the past twenty years in the real world, he intends to re-read, rewrite, and reshape the genetic memory life stored in this body for twenty years.
Blood and flesh.
Bones.
Appearance.
These can all be changed through childhood habits and routines.
Opening his diary, he quickly came up with a rewritten blueprint for the next twenty years of "life resume":
"Zhu Zhengwei, from Bamboo Scenic Village, born August 20, 1999, grew up in a rural family, born with knowledge, with the anomaly of 'a divine baby holding a pen and scarf, facing the bright dawn', despite having hemophilia, he is determined to better himself, choosing to exercise throughout his past twenty years!"
"At ten days old, he's already sitting cross-legged in the courtyard practicing breathing."
"At six months, slightly stretching the muscles and bones."
"At three years old, lightly exercising the muscles."
"At five years old, doing pull-ups."
"At eight years old, doing bench presses."
"At ten years old, doing burpees."
"At twelve, starting formal body workouts, doing 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and running 10 kilometers daily."
"This is how he's spent the past twenty years..."
"This regularity in lifestyle habits makes him, now as an ordinary freshman at Mountain City University at twenty, possess an incredibly healthy, normal human body."
As a super King of Competition, he feels if he could go through the past twenty years of life all over again, re-establish his starting point, he must live it perfectly,
This self-disciplined life is the answer he seeks for himself.
He's not afraid of being exhausted, he's only afraid of not competing enough.
...
...
Ha!
Ha!
With every exhale and inhale, came turbid air.
Over twenty years ago, south of Mountain City University, three hundred miles below, a tiny infant sat cross-legged in a farm courtyard, facing the morning glow, practicing breathing techniques, lung capacity.
"No wonder he's a reincarnated celestial, his birth was so miraculous, already like this as a baby, astounding."
"Isn't that right? Blessed by the father buried in the back mountain!"
"Let our eldest son get close, learning some heavenly skills to cure this strange disease."
...
In the distance, the parents whispered to each other.
"You're so cool, brother."
In the nearby farm courtyard, his runny-nosed silly brother had no clue what was going on, only knowing this person was his brother, imitating him in practicing exhaling and inhaling, playing happily.
Zhu Zhengwei looked at this silly mud child, feeling speechless.
"My brother is more serious than me, in a sense, the family conditions indeed are not good, and it was normal to abandon me."
Hemophilia is an X-linked genetic disorder.
Anyone who went to high school knows the inheritance characteristics of this condition.
The parents in front of him do not have the disease, yet both sons display symptoms, likely because the mother is a gene carrier, with a 50% chance of the sons having the disease.
To see both sons affected is not incomprehensible.
However, I am evidently luckier, with routine blood clotting inconvenience, while my brother is severely affected.
"In a sense, my parents made a correct and rational choice, deciding to give up the mildly afflicted me, raising the severely afflicted brother, for the mild condition I have just requires some caution to live like a normal person."
Every family has their reasons to struggle.
Through deep memory, Zhu Zhengwei saw the appearance of his parents and brother at birth, and the address of this rural home, allowing him to potentially find them in real life, observe them from afar, to see how they've been over the decades.
But all of this must be delayed.
Five days passed, Zhu Zhengwei had been immersed in the monotonous daily practice, but he found the entire dreamscape gradually becoming illusory.
It felt like a powerful deep-sea pressure, a repulsion, was pushing him out, back to his superficial consciousness.
Splash!
Zhu Zhengwei opened his eyes, bright sunlight shining in.
Another nap had passed.
"Gonna love till I die~~~ not satisfied unless it's extreme!"
In the dormitory, Wang Jun's distinctive passionate phone ringtone rang, as several people gradually woke up from their drowsiness, there were classes in the afternoon.
"Two classes this afternoon, then I have to go tutor!"
Li Xiang shouted loudly while getting up, "That kid is really hard to deal with, his parents treat me like a beggar to dismiss, saying hiring a third-rate college student like me is a favor, what a favor, isn't it just because they're poor?"
"By the way, where are you two going this afternoon?" Li Xiang asked.
"I'm leveling my starting point," Wang Jun said.
Zhu Zhengwei said, "I'm going back to sleep."
"Still sleeping, are you turning into a pig? Not leveling your point? Didn't we agree that our motto this time is: If you can't die from it, just push it to the limit, you forgot?"
Wang Jun was astonished, lamenting, "Even though you wrote the software, I'm not sharing the profits with you afterwards."
"Not sharing is fine." Zhu Zhengwei didn't care about this.
He's busy leveling his life's starting point, how could he have time to level a game's starting point?
Seriously, underestimating me?
He's secretly busy with even more ambitious things.