1 The Fucking G Is Here!
South Ocean District, White Whale City.
Dark clouds shroud the sky, casting a gloomy shadow over yonder. Raindrops poured down the city in a drizzle while a chilly wind blowing in the gaps of towering skyscrapers.
The bad weather made the atmosphere today more depressing than usual.
On the no.12 bus, Julian Kim sat in the seat by the window, watching the crowded traffic and hurried pedestrians in a daze.
Three days had passed since he was spirited away into this world without any apparent reason. Such a strange situation swept him off his feet, struggling to keep up with his dreamlike trance.
Just the night before, he was still working his ass off overtime to finish the task from his overly upright manager, and by the time he woke up, his soul had already transmigrated into a foreign world inexplicably in a body of a young man, currently a student enrolled in the supporting department of White Whale Hunter Academy in White Whale City.
Supporting Department, a department to nurture personnel for supporting the task of a hunter, a job that didn't exist in his previous world, the safe and relatively peaceful Earth.
In this place called Blue Star, which was threatened by the invasion of hostile alien races all the time, the role of a hunter was indispensable.
People with sufficient talent could gain immense power by mastering martial arts, harnessing the mysterious energy that came along with the arrival of alien races, and tempering their bodies to the limit to become mighty hunters, which was the backbone of humanity's survival in this world.
From Julian's current body's fragment of memory, a powerful hunter could even split a 20-story building with a single sword and block a missile with their body without suffering any visible injury.
Bending space or spewing some fireballs or thunderbolts wasn't in the realm of impossibility.
Something that could only be regarded as a fantasy back on Earth turned out to be a mundane reality in this new world.
"Hunters..." Julian sighed imperceptibly, lamenting his current situation.
Having been fully assimilated into his current identity, Julian bitterly acknowledged the cruel fact that he wasn't some fucking protagonist with extraordinary talent, nor was he a genius. There was no way life could be so easy. Not even for him, a transmigrator from the other world.
There was a legitimate reason why the original owner of this body entered the supporting department instead of the popular and highly sought-after combat department. Mediocre talent in martial arts and a lack of background to compensate for that flaw.
DespIte practicing martial arts for over two years, "Julian" didn't show any remarkable progress. Even with grit and a lot of effort, he barely reached a level a little bit better than an ordinary person.
And now he stood in "Julian"s place.
With such meager strength, he could hardly find a sense of security in such a dangerous world.
Julian raised his hand, wincing slightly as he subconsciously rubbed the scabbing scar on his forehead.
At the time he woke up in this world, he found himself lying in a back alley with a body drenched in blood from head to toe.
It wasn't hard to guess that the previous owner of the poor dude had been murdered by someone, and perhaps that was the reason his soul could easily occupy the cold body.
Luckily, though, the moment his soul successfully nested in the new vessel, all the injuries prior to the possession were instantly healed, practically sparing him from the pain.
It didn't mean that the whole experience would be pleasant, however, Julian still felt a chill down his spine whenever he recalled the putrid and pungent smell of blood lingering on his nose and the terror of the realization that someone might hold a grudge against him. Worse yet, he couldn't recognize the identity of the murderer even if he tried his best to scrummage through his memories.
What if the murderer found out that he was still alive after such a bloody event? Would they let him go if he told them that he was an entirely different person than the one they killed?
No.
They would get rid of him for the second time, for sure. No question asked.
Julian could feel his stomach churning and cold sweat perfusing all over his body at the prospect of getting killed at any moment in the future without even being able to put up a fight. It was like there was an invisible blade that hung over his neck, making him deeply stressed out, full of helplessness.
"If only I can improve my strength... It'll give me a little bit more chance to survive. Alas…" Another sigh escaped from his parted lips. His future seemed bleak and dreary.
Just as he immersed himself in his worries, a sudden clamor outside snapped him back to his senses. Before he found out the source of the commotion, the phone in his pocket was fiercely vibrating, as if urging him to immediately check it out.
It didn't happen exclusively to him but also to all the passengers on the bus. Suddenly, the inside of the bus was getting noisy with the buzzing of electronic notifications.
As if it were some sort of trigger, a certain memory resurfaced in Julian's mind, turning his confused expression into one of terror.
He quickly took out his cell phone, and sure enough, a warning message of a space invasion flashed on the screen with a reminder to quickly take refuge in the nearest shelter.
Since the space tide occurred two hundred years ago, this world has been connected to countless different dimensions. Countless sentient alien races with their own unique civilization inheritance have set their eyes on this world, preying on its abundant resources.
With the sole objective of plundering the resources and population, these damned alien races would try to open a spatial channel every once in a while, launch an invasion, which mostly ended up in a bloody massacre all over the world.
The residents of this world called this incident a "Space Invasion."
According to his memory, up until today, the previous owner of this body had experienced more than ten space invasions. Among them, the highest-level space invasion is D-level, while the lowest is E-level invasion.
It might not sound like much, but even the lowest E-level invasion could cause thousands of casualties!
When Julian was still unable to cope with the sudden change of situation, the bus driver had already opened the front and rear doors, and all the other passengers rushed out of the bus and escaped towards the nearest shelter.
After regaining his senses, Julian directly opened the car window, jumped out of the bus, and then followed the map navigation on his mobile phone to the nearest shelter.
On the way there, he observed the surrounding streets, which were already a mess. The crowds were running forward like ants. A cacophony of panicked screams and children's wails broke out in the background.
In such a tense situation, crackling sounds reverberated in the sky, and Julian subconsciously raised his head.
The darkened sky cracked like a broken mirror, and from within it, an eerie crimson space began to unfurl, spreading like a spider web at alarming speed. In no time, an ominous, huge vortex was formed, sending an ill foreboding premonition of the hell that would soon descend into this place.
The space channel had been fully established, and soon the space invasion would begin.
Before he knew it, Julian had started running for his life with all his might toward the shelter gate. Cold sweat poured like a stream down his back. This was the first time he had witnessed the catastrophe that plagued this world with his own eyes, and he couldn't stop his fiercely trembling hands.
The time he got into the shelter from outside was less than five minutes, but he felt like a thousand years had passed since.
Only after he finally entered the shelter could he release the breath he had unknowingly held for God knows how long. His pupil flickered as he swept his hair to the back with his fingers, struggling to calm down his racing heartbeat.
"The shelter gate is about to close… the shelter gate is about to close..."
A mechanical female voice broadcast in his ear, and after more than ten seconds had passed, the steel gate of the shelter shut, cutting off the outside world. Only then did everyone inside heave a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness!"
"Baby, where are you?"
"Has anyone seen a child of seven or eight?"
After temporarily being out of danger, everyone began to look out for the lost family members. There was a commotion in the shelter, and someone could be heard sobbing softly.
According to the federal regulations, all signals were cut off in the shelter, until the defense corps and civil supernatural organizations cleared out the aliens that invaded, and only then could the people go out of the shelter.
This time could be as short as a few hours, or as long as ten and a half months, depending on the severity of the space invasion.
Fortunately, there were generally enough food and water reserves in the shelters, so there was no need to worry about survival crises for at least two or three months.
Julian found a corner and sat down in a daze.
After experiencing the emergency escape for the first time, Julian once again realized how dangerous the world he was now living in was, and the desire for greater power became more urgent than ever.
If he were a powerful hunter, he wouldn't need to take refuge in a hurry, and he could even make a living by killing hostile alien forces! How much wealth could he amass by hunting and collecting materials? Surely, it would be rewarded with rich monetary compensation and immeasurable prestige.
Such a thought lingered in his mind for a long time, and he couldn't help but become more and more depressed.
He was just an ordinary person back on earth, and now in such a fantasy world, would he be destined to be just a speck of dust in this lifetime?
No!
I don't want it!
I don't want to stay ordinary!
No more life like a pebble on the street!
I want to be the most brilliant star in the night sky!!
Julian screamed a wail full of unwillingness in his heart!
[Ding!]
[Detecting spatial fluctuation… personal development system initiate…]
[The personal development system has been activated!]
[Only hard work and effort will pay off, personal development can make you stronger!]
[You can check your status in the user panel anytime!]
"This, this…!!"
Julian could hardly contain his excitement. He got up from the floor in one breath, almost jumping from his seated position. He stared wide-eyed at the floating text in front of him, reaching out his hand to touch it, but his palm passed directly through the text.
Dumbfounded for a second, Julian hurriedly threw a glance at his left and right sides, only to find that no one around seemed to see what he saw. Even the person who sat right next to him failed to notice the floating words in the air.
Instantly, his heart pounded like crazy, guessing the identity of this mysterious phenomenon.
Yeah, how could he, an avid reader of webnovels back in the previous world, fail to notice what was happening to him now?
This was it!
The perk of transmigration camp, the dream of all readers in the world!
The fucking G was finally here!
Julian took a deep breath while profusely sending an unending wave of gratitude to Allah, Jesus, Buddha, and all almighty beings, which he could barely recite one by one!
Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, he willed the panel silently. In an instant, the text in front of him quickly disappeared, and a translucent box emerged.
[General Profile]
Name : Julian Kim
Status : Level 1
[Attribute]
Strength (STR): 12
Vitality (VIT): 13
Agility (AGI): 10
Spirit (SPI): 16
[Personal Development (PD) point]: 0
[Martial Arts]
Whale Swallowing Breathing – Proficient (78/200)
Thunder Fist – Beginner (85/100)
