Hijacking the Timeline

Returning to class from the infirmary, Feng Qi seemed distracted.

His bloodline strength had inexplicably increased, and he couldn’t pinpoint the reason, only speculating that it might be connected to the eerie dream.

”Feeling unwell again?” Mo Fei, who was sitting beside him attentively listening to the lecture, noticed Feng Qi’s distracted state and turned to ask curiously.

”I’m fine, just still recovering,” Feng Qi replied. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he asked, ”Do you know the new school doctor? How come I never heard about her?”

Mo Fei looked a little embarrassed. ”She’s my sister. She used to be a medic in a domain combat team. During a domain exploration mission, she was ambushed by a domain monster and injured her dantian qi sea, rendering her qi sea unable to store spiritual energy. She had to retire and came back home. Restless, she applied to be the school doctor and recently passed the school’s review process to officially take the position.”

”Your real sister?”

”Not by blood.”

”That’s no problem at all!” Feng Qi nodded decisively, giving Mo Fei an encouraging look.

”It’s a huge problem! Even though she’s not my biological sister, she’s my mom’s goddaughter. My mom warned me specifically that I’m not good enough for Sister Youzi and told me to stay away from her goddaughter, or she’d break my legs!”

”Are you sure you’re her biological son?”

”Not really. I was probably a free gift with a phone recharge!”

After their brief banter, Feng Qi and Mo Fei focused on the lecture.

With the graduation exams looming, their grades were crucial. Good grades meant abundant opportunities: joining cultivation technique research institutes as human elites, enlisting in domain combat teams as domain warriors, or becoming well-compensated teachers at higher academies.

Poor grades, on the other hand, meant limited options and a high likelihood of facing harsh realities in the workforce.

The upcoming graduation exams were a pivotal turning point in their lives. Feng Qi dared not slack off, seizing every last moment to review diligently.

Mo Fei, standing beside him, had different aspirations. He was currently engrossed in A History of Technological Weapon Development, his ambition being to become a weapons engineer or technology researcher, rather than joining the cultivation technique research institute like Feng Qi or living a life of constant danger in a domain combat team.

While technology’s effectiveness against domain creatures remained limited, humanity had never ceased its pursuit of technological advancement. The convenience and progress brought by technology continued to accelerate the advancement of human civilization.

The academy’s graduation exams, scheduled for two weeks later, included mandatory history assessments, with specialized content tailored to each major.

Feng Qi’s dream was to attend Galaxy Academy, a prestigious institution specializing in cultivation technique research. Upon graduation, he hoped to join the academy’s Galaxy Research Institute, which is why he was studying books on cultivation theory.

Mo Fei, on the other hand, aimed for the technology research institute, focusing his studies on technological subjects.

After a full afternoon of classes, Feng Qi and Mo Fei sprinted toward the cafeteria.

If they were slow, they might have to wait in a long line for dinner.

With graduation exams looming, they preferred to spend their queuing time studying and reviewing.

After rushing through dinner, Feng Qi and Mo Fei hurried back to their dormitory.

The two-person room housed only them. Despite being a male dorm, the space was remarkably tidy, with neatly arranged belongings and a spotless floor.

This wasn’t due to any particular fondness for cleanliness.

The dormitory was inspected regularly, and the teachers in charge would grade each room. Failure to meet standards would result in a series of unwelcome consequences.

Thus, Feng Qi and Mo Fei cleaned daily to maintain order.

”Madman, focus on reviewing. If you’re not feeling well today, get some rest early,” Mo Fei said, turning to Feng Qi as he sat down at his desk.

Feng Qi nodded in agreement, then settled at his own desk and pulled out his books to study.

Time slipped away as Feng Qi immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge, lost in its depths, willingly drowning, with no shore in sight.

Several hours later, drowsiness began to creep in.

Shaking his head, Feng Qi closed his book and went to his bed. He decided to take a short nap before memorizing the remaining material.

Without even changing, he collapsed onto the bed.

Dark clouds hung low, and mountains of withered bones piled up across the land.

Opening his eyes, Feng Qi found everything before him eerily familiar.

A familiar stench lingered in the air, clinging to his nostrils like a persistent nightmare. Gag.

Great, I’m back here again!

Slowly rising from the bone pile, Feng Qi surveyed his surroundings.

The dream world differed starkly from reality. The moon, suspended high in the sky, radiated a crimson glow, casting an eerie light across the landscape.

The moonlit world was steeped in surreal, fantastical hues.

To the west, a thick fog shrouded the horizon. To the east stood a vast horde of living dead. A black river flowed to the south, while a bone-strewn road stretched endlessly north, lined with bare locust trees that vanished into the distance.

As Feng Qi scanned his surroundings, a low growl drew his attention.

Turning his head, he recognized the familiar living dead. It slowly rose to its feet, opened its mouth... and then abruptly sat down in a split-legged posture.

Feng Qi: ...

Has everything in this dream been reset?

You’re confused, unsure why you’ve returned here. You decide to first eliminate this little pest, then head east, slaughtering everything in your path to absorb bloodline power and enhance your bloodline strength and prefix title!

Feng Qi: ...

”I don’t want to!”

No, you do!

Feng Qi: ...

Though reluctant, Feng Qi picked up a leg bone and smashed it into the approaching living dead, hoping to uncover the truth behind this dream.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes...

When the fleshy orb inside the living dead’s skull shattered, he eagerly awaited the reward.

But the expected crimson glow never materialized from the corpse.

His attribute panel remained unchanged:

Weak Living Dead: Feng Qi

Strength Level: Unranked

Prefix Title: Weak (Physical Strength Reduced by 30%)

Bloodline: Human (Primary)

Bloodline Evolution Points: 1/1000

Prefix Title Milestones:

Weak (Upgradeable): Stage 1 (3%)

First Prefix Title Milestone: Kill living dead to earn title evolution points and increase evolution percentage.

After killing the living dead, Feng Qi was surprised to find that his bloodline evolution points remained unchanged at 1/1000.

Two hypotheses immediately formed in his mind:

He couldn’t gain bloodline evolution points from repeatedly killing the same living dead. The rewards obtained in the dream realm functioned like milestones. Only by surpassing his previous record could he earn new rewards. For example, since he had gained one bloodline evolution point in his last dream, he would now need to kill two living dead to break that record and earn a second point. If he failed to surpass his record, the data would simply be preserved.

Feng Qi didn’t dwell on which hypothesis was correct.

Practical experience was the best answer.

Wielding a leg bone, Feng Qi strode purposefully toward the eastern area, where the living dead were most concentrated.

This time, he had learned his lesson and avoided recklessly approaching the swarming undead.

During his previous dream, he had discovered a crucial characteristic of the living dead: they lacked both sight and hearing. When he had thrown a bone to distract them, they had remained oblivious, neither seeing the object nor reacting to the sound of it hitting the ground.

Yet, as soon as he drew near, the entire horde had turned toward him like cats sensing the scent of fish, lunging forward in unison.

This led him to hypothesize that the living dead possessed a sensory range.

Entering this range would activate them, triggering an attack on any creature within it.

To test this theory, Feng Qi advanced in small, cautious steps, attempting to pinpoint the sensory range of the living dead and avoid repeating his previous mistake of being swarmed to death.

(End of the Chapter)

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