High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 1 Qin Feng

Chapter 1 Qin Feng
"Qin Feng, please come in."

Inside the academic affairs office of the Seventh Middle School, homeroom teacher Li Weiguo pointed to the metal chair opposite him.

Qin Feng pulled out a chair and sat down, his back ramrod straight.

The office is spacious, and outside the window is the artificial sky of sky blue, the most common color on the education planet "Enlightenment".

Small civilian anti-gravity vehicles glided silently along the pre-set course. Further away, the spires of skyscrapers pierced the clouds, and holographic advertisements on the buildings shifted with light and shadow, promoting the latest "Dragon Blood No. 3" gene optimization fluid.

Li Weiguo projected an electronic file into the air in front of Qin Feng. On the pale blue screen, a line of scarlet numbers stood out.

Name: Qin Feng

Student ID: 7351098

Vitality Index: 0.41

[Overall ranking for the grade: 9873]

[Recent index growth rate: 0.001/month]

Li Weiguo's finger lightly traced the data as he spoke, "Qin Feng, you are a good child. You pay attention in class and complete your homework diligently. All the teachers agree on this."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But you know about the high school entrance exam's stream diversion policy."

Qin Feng nodded without saying a word.

The empire's territory is vast, the Great Expedition is in full swing, and war is everywhere.

Humanity needs warriors, it needs strong individuals.

Therefore, education is fundamentally divided into two paths.

One path leads to elite universities and military academies, where the strong conquer countless races across the stars and achieve unparalleled feats.

Another option is to enter a vocational school and become a qualified cog in the vast war machine of the Empire, such as a power armor repairman...

The only criterion for dividing these two paths is the "vitality index".

An index of 0.8 is the admission line for ordinary middle schools.

Only those with an index of 1.0 are eligible to apply to top martial arts high schools.

Qin Feng's score of 0.41 is also more than double the minimum standard.

"There is only one month left until the high school entrance exam. According to the system assessment, the probability of your vitality index exceeding 0.5 within this month is less than one in ten thousand. The school's suggestion is for you to leave school early to prepare for the early admission of vocational and technical schools."

Li Weiguo's words were direct, but there was no hint of sarcasm or contempt in his tone; he was simply stating a given fact.

"There are many options for early admissions, such as power armor repair, logistics and material management, and primary processing of psionic minerals... These are all positions that the Empire urgently needs, and the salary and benefits after graduation are also very stable."

"I understand, teacher."

Qin Feng stood up and bowed slightly to Li Weiguo, "Thank you, teacher."

Li Weiguo looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, took out a small energy bar from the drawer, and handed it to him.

"The school will give you your nutrition allowance in advance this month. Go back and have a good talk with your father."

"Yes."

"Go ahead, and by the way, tell Zhang Xiaoli to come over too."

"kindness."

If Qin Feng remembered correctly, Zhang Xiaoli, like him, was also a "poor student"—he had good grades in academic subjects and was very diligent, but his vitality index grew very slowly.

Qin Feng took the energy bar, turned around, and left the office.

Qin Feng returned to the classroom and called Zhang Xiaoli to the office.

A short while later, Zhang Xiaoli returned looking dejected and called for another "poor student".

"At the Seventh Middle School, there are a total of 237 classes in the third year of junior high school."

Qin Feng leaned against the window and muttered to himself, "Each class has sixty students, of whom there are probably more than twenty poor students. And in Qimingxing, there are hundreds of thousands of such junior high schools."

"In this era of great expeditions, the human empire is losing and recovering countless educational planets like the Morning Star every second."

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Qin Feng held "A Comprehensive History of the Empire" in his hands.

To be honest, he didn't want to be just an ordinary cog in the empire's massive war machine, living a mediocre and uneventful life, especially in such a magnificent world.

But the reality is so cruel.

His humble origins, the streaming policy, and mediocre talent meant he didn't even have the opportunity to receive high school martial arts education.

My smart device vibrated and a message popped up.

[Seventh Middle School Academic Affairs Office: Dear Qin Feng, based on the student placement policy and your personal circumstances, your on-campus courses have concluded today. Please choose a suitable vocational or technical specialization. We wish you a bright future.]

Qin Feng turned off the notification, walked out of the school gate, and boarded the maglev bus home.

The bus sped along its tracks thirty meters above the ground, the bustling metropolis outside the window still thriving. On the giant holographic projection, a burning planet and a densely packed imperial fleet were displayed.

"...The Greenskin Fleet launched a surprise attack on the White Heron system, and the Imperial Third Legion rushed to its aid. A fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the planetary fracture zone. The Imperial mission has been published on the Subspace website..."

"...'King of Fighters' Rocks successfully broke through to the 'Stellar Level' yesterday, becoming the youngest Stellar Level powerhouse in the history of the Empire..."

"...'Dragon and Snake' Wang Chao won first place in the Imperial Starry Sky Cup yesterday, qualifying for the Cosmic Genius Battle..."

"...The latest batch of gene optimization fluid has been delivered to Blacktan. Imperial citizens are to proceed to the designated location to purchase it..."

Qin Feng withdrew his gaze and looked down at the terminal on his wrist.

Opening his personal information page, the number 0.41 was like a thorn stuck in his vision.

There's a reason why his progress has been slow.

When Qin Feng was seven years old, a small-scale subspace rift event occurred in his neighborhood.

A low-level "Corruption Worm" was thrown out by the torn space. Although it was quickly killed by the garrisoned city guards, the poison gas it released before its death still polluted half of the street.

Qin Feng inhaled the poison gas at that time.

Although he survived after emergency treatment, his body's foundation suffered permanent damage.

He practiced the "Imperial Basic Body Tempering Method" uniformly distributed by the empire. Others would see results after practicing it once, but he could only practice it ten times and still not achieve the same effect as someone else after just one time.

The growth of vitality is as slow as a tortoise crawling.
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Maglev bus arrives at the station.

Qin Feng got out of the car and returned to his residential community, "Yingou".

This is the edge of the city, with dense buildings, far less glamorous than the city center.

His home is on the seventeenth floor.

Upon opening the door, a faint smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood wafted out.

This is the smell that my father, Qin Dahai, brought back from his work. It has been there for more than ten years and has permeated every corner of this house.

The house is small, with two bedrooms and a living room, and it is very tidy.

Qin Feng changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

A family photo hangs on the wall. In the photo, the young father is wearing a smart military uniform and holding his young son, while the mother smiles gently beside him.

However, his mother passed away from illness when he was five years old.

He put down his schoolbag, went into the kitchen, and began washing rice to prepare dinner.

Half an hour later, the door lock clicked softly.

Qin Dahai is back.

He was tall, but his back was slightly hunched, and his left sleeve was empty; he had lost his entire arm on the battlefield.

Time and life have etched their marks on his face, but his eyes remain calm.

He took off his work clothes, which were stained with dirt and blood, and went into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

A few minutes later, Qin Dahai came out, drying his hair and changing into clean home clothes. The distinctive smell of the alien corpse processing plant on him had faded considerably.

"came back?"

He saw two sets of bowls and chopsticks already set on the table and asked.

"Ah."

Qin Feng served the last dish, stir-fried vegetables, to the table.

The father and son ate their meal quietly.

"Dad," Qin Feng said first.

"Speak," Qin Dahai said, picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks.

"The school asked me to leave early to prepare for the vocational school entrance exam."

Qin Feng's tone was very calm.

Qin Dahai paused his chewing for a moment.

He put down his chopsticks and looked at his son.

On that face, which still bore a hint of childishness, there was no frustration or resentment, only a calm.