he woke up, stretched and immediately felt a ripping headache rush upon him violently!!
immediately he clung his head in distress, wishing for the pain to stop, wishing to be back to normal.
he wanted to violently scream, to wretch out his vocals!..
but he couldn’t.
not because of pride, ego or honour, but because of the little kids lying down on the bed next to him..
but finally, he understood what had happened.
‘I’ve been Transmigrated!’ not exactly?
he feels right in the world, after all, he has already lived a solid 13 years in this world, and only 17 in his original.
but now, instead of awe, was a passionate rage!
he scrunched up his face and grabbed the rusted pickaxe that was resting by the door of his dilapidated house.
‘of all the possible places to reincarnate..
I got sent into a world of martial arts?
this is some bullshit!’ he muttered angrily under his breathe.
not to mention he isn’t the only one who he has to take care of.
his 2 younger siblings were there as well.
Ma Ying, and Ma Yan.
the dizygotic twins were wee bit, only 6 years old.
and with both their parents dead when he, Ma Qing, was only 8, he was the one who raised them both.
the Ma family were large but poor, spread throughout the slums.
after his parents died, they only gave them some lessons on money, how to avoid the thugs, and how to clean some wounds.
though, they themselves couldn’t give anything to us.
‘the only reason I have been living was because of my incredibly insightful mind.
I was a sharp witted student in the original world, able to cheat the system with none of the teacher having any ability to hold me accountable.’ ‘and that somehow carried on here.
sure my knowledge was sealed away for a long while, but I kept my wits, scamming, thieving and sometimes…
killing…’ don’t get him wrong, if he had the option he wouldn’t of, but the pricks deserved it.
during the early days, when he was 8 and was too weak to swing a pickaxe, he was made to drag around a cart instead to make his money.
back then, a prick would always pick on him continuously, and was widely hated.
Ma Qing forgot his name, but still remembered the abuse, so one day, while a cave in was happening, he forcefully pushed the cart into the prick, making him fall over.
you can guess the rest.
another time would be when he was around 10, now mining in the mines with a pickaxe he bought, a thief who was pick pocketing everyone got him.
but Ma Qing didn’t run and chase, but observed and trailed.
when the sun was about to set, the thief his in an alley and counting up the coins on the floor.
he rushed in quietly but quickly and slammed down the pointed end through the neck.
he gargled and tried to scream but he twisted it deeper.
soon, the man died with barely any sound, and took all the money.
times were tough in these lands, so rough that a 10 year old was willing to kill for money, and that much could last he and his younger siblings for a few years.
a few more incidents had occurred but now that he had regained all his memories, he planned to push himself to the absolute limit!
‘I will never..
and I mean NEVER let anyone touch my siblings!’ that’s just how much they mattered to him now, which is exactly why he was angry…