C4 Fusion

The Dragon Clan was the most formidable race in the world, and the five-clawed Divine Dragon was the cherished favorite of the universe. Yet now, all that grandeur had dissipated like a passing cloud. Aside from a few sorrowful members of the Dragon Clan who felt as though they had lost something precious, no one was aware that a Divine Dragon had once perished here.

Chu Tianyu had no idea how long he had been unconscious. It wasn't until he had assimilated his original memories that he clutched his forehead, opened his eyes, and unsteadily rose to his feet.

"Hahaha, fortune has truly smiled upon me, granting me a second chance!" Chu Tianyu roared with laughter, gazing skyward. He had come to realize what had transpired and felt an elation surpassing that of winning the lottery.

In his past life, despite his lofty aspirations, he had achieved little. While societal factors played a role, he acknowledged his own shortcomings. Just when he was on the brink of resigning himself to an ordinary life, the heavens bestowed upon him an opportunity for a fresh start. How could he contain his excitement?

"Chu Tianyu, you led a lackluster first half, enduring mockery. Now, I shall live a fulfilling life on your behalf and care for your family as if it were my own!" Chu Tianyu spoke to himself in a tone that was both self-reflective and eerily as if addressing another.

This was Chu Tianyu's inaugural vow in his new life, having come to terms with his identity.

Chu Tianyu was certainly not insane, nor was there anything amiss with his mind. These were his words to the body's former inhabitant.

Now, with the memories of both individuals merged, he understood the situation—he had died, and his soul had found a new home in the recently deceased young man, Chu Tianyu.

As for how he ended up in the Qin Empire, that remained a mystery. But this did not dampen his spirits in the slightest!

"From this moment forward, I am Chu Tianyu. My home is in Xianyang, my father is the South Guarding Marquis, Chu Nan, my mother is Shangguan Qing'er, my brother is Chu Tianxing, and my sister is Chu Ling. Haha, I am part of a family once more!"

He took great satisfaction in his new identity. Beyond the seamless integration with his new body, the prospect of a loving and warm family filled him with anticipation.

In his past life, he was merely an orphan, deprived of the love and affection that only parents can provide. He had once even blamed the heavens for his plight. Now that this void had been filled, his excitement was undeniable.

However, the thrill soon gave way to a sense of weakness, causing Chu Tianyu's brow to crease. He remembered all too well the ridicule he faced for his frailty compared to other children his age. Unable to cultivate, by fifteen, he hadn't achieved even a Level One Warrior status. Far weaker than the average child, he was often bullied and had a timid nature.

In the Qin Empire, where martial prowess was the foundation of society, strength was revered. Many of his peers had already reached Level Two Warrior status, exuding confidence with their thousands of kilograms of strength. In stark contrast, Tianyu was less capable than even the average person, who could lift hundreds of kilograms. He struggled to lift ten kilograms, making the phrase "couldn't truss a chicken" an understatement for his lack of strength.

Warrior levels ranged from one to nine, with a thousand kilograms of force marking a Level One Warrior. While most ordinary people didn't achieve this, they still possessed around three hundred kilograms of strength. Tianyu's meager ten kilograms meant he could barely manage his own meals.

For nobility, reaching Level Three was just the beginning. With their wealth and martial prowess, the aristocrats who controlled the majority of resources were at a significant advantage.

If Tianyu had been a commoner, perhaps his troubles would have been fewer. But his father was the South Guarding Marquis, a formidable Level Eight Warrior renowned throughout the capital.

Chu Nan had ascended from humble beginnings to prominence at the Royal Academy of the Qin Empire. By the age of twenty, he was already a Level Six force to be reckoned with, drawing the gaze of many powerful factions. Yet, he chose not to align with any of them, opting instead for a military career. His tenacity shone through over a decade at the Southern Sword Pass, where he overcame a million-strong enemy force with a smaller contingent, earning significant military honors. The current Emperor Qin recognized his valor, bestowing upon him the title of South Guarding Marquis, catapulting him into the ranks of the Qin Empire's most influential and sought-after nobility.

For over a decade, the South Guarding Marquis, Chu Nan, has been a bulwark for the Qin Empire's southern border, deterring the neighboring southern kingdoms from harboring any covetous thoughts. He is revered as the stabilizing pillar of the south.

Chu Nan commands universal respect throughout the Qin Empire. Yet, his eldest son, Chu Tianyu, has failed to inherit even a trace of his father's remarkable talents, falling short of even the most average individual.

Mention of Chu Tianyu often elicits scorn and ridicule, with some cruelly dubbing him "the tiger's son who is but a dog." Adding insult to injury, a vicious rumor suggests that he cannot possibly be Chu Nan's biological son, given his apparent lack of ability.

It's well-known that noble offspring are not wanting for resources or martial techniques to aid their cultivation. A low level of cultivation typically indicates poor innate talent. However, considering the exceptional talents of both Chu Nan and Shangguan Qing'er, it seems inconceivable that their son would be so deficient. Take Chu Tianxing, for example, who reached the rank of a Level Two Warrior by the age of thirteen. In stark contrast, Chu Tianyu struggles to measure up to even the most ordinary person, fueling the spread of rumors.

Despite Chu Nan and Shangguan Qing'er's public declaration that Chu Tianyu's frailty is due to prenatal complications that left him congenitally deficient and physically weak, many remain skeptical.

Chu Tianyu, however, staunchly believes this to be the truth. His mother has suffered from heart pain ever since an enemy attack during her pregnancy with him, an ailment that has plagued her for over a decade.

Recently, Chu Tianyu learned that the Sword Sect in the south possessed a Level Nine Heart Protecting Flower. Hoping to procure this spiritual medicine for his mother, he and an old servant set out for the Sword Sect in secret. But fate dealt a cruel hand when they stumbled upon a clash between formidable warriors, and his frail body could not withstand the chaos. This unfortunate encounter led to the current state of affairs for Chu Tianyu.

Chu Tianyu could feel the unending love his mother lavished upon him and the unwavering resolve of the young man to heal her. He was deeply moved. "Rest assured, from now on, she is my mother, and I will undoubtedly obtain the Heart Protecting Flower!"

This was Chu Tianyu's second vow since his rebirth, spoken with a gravity and determination that remained unshaken, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

"Ten Jin Chu?" Chu Tianyu chuckled self-deprecatingly as he regarded his slender, frail arms. He had earned this moniker because he couldn't lift even a ten-pound weight. Over time, the name Ten Jin Chu became synonymous with his identity in Xianyang, overshadowing the name Chu Tianyu.

In a world where martial prowess reigned supreme, strength commanded more respect than any title or power. Without strength, you were nothing, even as the son of Emperor Qin.

A fierce sense of indignation surged from deep within his psyche. Chu Tianyu recognized this as the youth's defiance, a sentiment all too familiar to him. It echoed the frustration he had harbored for over two decades: "Worry not, for if the heavens have granted me this chance, I must seize it to truly live and show them who the real genius is!"

With fists clenched and a resolute expression, Chu Tianyu's eyes blazed with an intense fire.

His confidence was unshakable, for his memories told him that this realm was vastly different from Earth, rich with spiritual energy and myriad methods to enhance one's strength.

This was his third oath!

With those words, he felt an absolute integration with his new body, claiming it as its rightful owner.