Simultaneously traversing from Type-Moon

"Forget it. If I get it, I'm lucky; if I lose it, it's fate." Du Can of Type-Moon didn't have a strong desire to become stronger. That being said, in order not to be a burden on the Light Sphere space, and to be able to provide assistance to other individuals of the same type in critical moments, he would still go looking for certain things.

Doupo Du Can shook his head: "Your personality is just like mine used to be. If it were me now, I would never let go of any opportunity to become stronger."

Du Can of Type-Moon frankly stated, "Different environments shape different people. In the atmosphere of the Dou Qi Continent, it's impossible not to compete."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Du Can from Type-Moon logged off. Meanwhile, Du Can from Battle Through the Heavens continued his grueling training in the light sphere.

Meanwhile, Du Can opened his eyes again and returned to his ordinary yet extraordinary world.

Chapter 4 Combat

A few more days passed.

Du Can wasn't just loafing around these past few days. Besides his regular get off work hours, he also made time to cultivate.

Although the cultivation methods for this world have not yet been found, the techniques from Battle Through the Heavens are still usable to a limited extent.

In Doupo, Du Can cultivates a low-level Xuan-rank technique called "Flame Wheel Technique".

His family background in the Dou Qi Continent, the Du family, was similar to that of the Xiao family, which was hiding in the Jia Ma Empire and gradually declining. The strongest in the family was only a Great Dou Master, and low-level Xuan-rank cultivation techniques were already their most treasured possessions.

However, this set of techniques didn't work smoothly in this world, as if it were unsuited to the local environment. Although it could be used with difficulty, there was always a feeling of not being able to exert its full power.

Du Can discovered that the principle behind the Doupo martial arts technique was to absorb the energy of heaven and earth from the outside world to enhance one's own foundation. However, the problem was that the energy of heaven and earth in this world was extremely thin and particularly difficult to absorb.

Using that conceptualized battle vortex, a little bit could be forcibly drawn in. But if you tried to absorb it using a magic circuit, it wouldn't budge at all.

The energy of heaven and earth is too thin.

Du Can was somewhat helpless. With such scarce spiritual energy, how could they possibly cultivate a strong person? They would struggle to even cultivate a mere Dou Zhe.

He pondered, "It might be because the cultivation method is not suitable for the times. Just like in 'Entering the World of Cultivation,' there are ancient and modern methods of cultivation. The ancient methods are not suitable for the times, which is why modern methods have been innovated."

Then a thought crossed my mind: "Perhaps I should look for the methods of cultivation in this world."

Different worlds have different charms, and we should learn from the strengths of others. He has been secretly searching for those things these past two days, but he can only find some traces and cannot see the whole picture.

We can't exactly launch a big search, can we?

Right now, as long as I can cultivate, efficiency doesn't matter. Besides, isn't there power sharing with Du Can from Doupo? Cultivating painstakingly on my own is nowhere near as fast as directly sharing a wave of power.

After a few days of making do with the training, things took a turn for the better.

……

Darkness engulfed him.

He was used to darkness, but he had never experienced such a cold darkness before, so biting and chilling that it felt as if his very soul was being frozen.

He was merely an insignificant pawn. Gaining power always comes at a price. He always understood this.

He just didn't expect that day to come so quickly and so suddenly.

Looking back, it was that group of people who found him when he was just a mortal. They granted him power beyond anything, transforming him into a giant.

At that moment, he felt he could break the sky and tear the earth apart.

The group ordered him, who had transformed into a giant, to move the ancient mystery buried deep underground.

To put it nicely, it is the ancient wisdom of our ancestors, hidden in the earth's veins, condensing the beauty of the land and enduring through time; to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than burial goods for the dead.

He could not resist, nor dared to resist.

They devoured everything, leaving only a trace for him to survive.

There are no taboos under the law. He went from initial resistance to gradual numbness, and finally to complete acceptance. He was stained with their colors, indistinguishable from them. Perhaps only death could bring him release.

Then one day, they said in a panic, "They" have arrived.

It turns out that even these fearless creatures have fears. They scattered and fled, and he ran away with them, because what they feared was exactly what he feared. After all, he was no different from them.

Fortunately, he escaped.

He saw the long-lost sunlight once again. The light was dazzling to him, who had lived in darkness for so long.

He hated this feeling. He had grown accustomed to the darkness and could no longer adapt to the light.

So he put on black clothes and wrapped himself in darkness again.

Now he has lost his purpose. Everything that was once familiar has become strange, and all he wants is to go back. But what those people feared, what he feared just as much, is still relentlessly pursuing him. He can't go back.

He fled all the way to a completely unfamiliar place, where he fell into deep confusion.

He wondered if he should stop running. He didn't want to run anymore. Perhaps, being caught by "them" wouldn't be so bad.

Just then, he saw a ball of fire.

A blazing, human-shaped flame.

By the way, he had a pair of eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes, a pair of eyes that the group praised as "dazzling as gold and extremely useful".

His eyes could see a person's underlying color. Most people appeared gray or white; that group appeared as black as tar; and the "them" they feared appeared as colorful, as dazzling as a rainbow.

Now, he saw a color he had never seen before—the color of flames. Fiery red, warm, scorching, burning hot.

He drew closer and closer to the humanoid flame, seeing it more and more clearly, and increasingly feeling its intense heat. Having lived in darkness for so long, he had long been accustomed to its coldness and biting chill, and faced with this flame, he felt utterly terrified.

But ultimately, people yearn for light and warmth. Although he said he hated the light, deep down he always longed to stand under it. But he could never go back.

No! Stay away from him! Don't go near him anymore!

But the flames drew ever closer.

His eyes began to tear up, not from sadness, but from the blinding light. He stared at the flames, feeling as if his eyes were about to be burned.

Get out of the way! He doesn't need fire!

He could no longer bear it and decided to transform into a giant to extinguish the flames. His body began to swell, becoming towering and majestic, like a god.

He made his move. Incredibly fast, incredibly swift.

He was confident that this punch could annihilate mortals, extinguish flames, and destroy everything in the world.

However, the next moment—

The flames suddenly erupted, transforming into a raging inferno. Engulfed in the flames, his body was instantly charred, reduced to a mangled remains, with only a sliver of life left.

The fire... is so strong. So warm. So intense.

Although I couldn't extinguish the flames, dying enveloped in them felt pretty good.

He slowly closed his eyes.

……

That day, Du Can was strolling around the street.

A person is walking towards me.

The person was wearing a black cloak, huddled inside, and his face was completely covered by a black mask, exuding an aura of "keep away."

Is this Xiao Yan or Jia Hao? Du Can wondered to himself.

Then, the man's gaze swept over, and when it landed on Du Can, his eyes suddenly turned fierce.

Immediately afterwards, his body swelled up like an inflating balloon, his muscles grew several sizes larger, and he even grew taller.

A fist the size of a clay pot came crashing down on Du Can.

Du Can was stunned: "Did I run into the Hulk? And I don't think I did anything to you... Are you crazy?"

As the thought raced through my mind, my body instinctively began to move.

Swift Shadow Step! His feet moved with lightning speed, easily dodging the opponent's lunge. Immediately following, he unleashed a Mountain-Splitting Fist, its force like a meteor, slamming into the man's chest.

boom!

The man flew five meters away and crashed into a lamppost with a loud bang, bending the lamppost.

One punch KO.

The man's body seemed to deflate, his muscles atrophied, his height shrank, and he soon returned to his original appearance.

A deep fist-shaped mark was imprinted on his chest. An ordinary person would likely be either dead or crippled by now. But Du Can sensed that this man wouldn't die anytime soon.

Chapter 5 Ye Sizhen of the Spiral Pavilion

Even though I won't die, I still need to call an ambulance. And also call the police.

Du Can took out his phone and started dialing.

Passersby gathered around to watch the spectacle.

"Did anyone see what happened?"

"It looks like a fight. The guy in black suddenly started it, but he was no match for this guy and was knocked down with one punch."

"I think I just saw that person in black grow bigger... like the Hulk transforming."

"Really? I was texting my girlfriend and didn't notice."

Someone noticed the bent lamppost and exclaimed, "My God, even the lamppost was bent! That must have taken a lot of force!"

"A martial arts master."

"Could this be the legendary Chinese Kung Fu?"

An older woman came over and asked Du Can, "Young man, what happened?"

Du Can hung up the phone and casually replied, "I don't know what got into this guy, he suddenly rushed up and hit me. I just punched him back, who knew he was so weak."

Soon after, police cars and ambulances arrived.

Du Can was taken to the police station.

He wasn't nervous, after all, he had acted in self-defense. Besides, the person he had just spoken to was clearly not an ordinary person; it involved supernatural phenomena. Du Can was curious how the police would handle it.

After waiting for quite a while, it wasn't the police who arrived, but a strangely dressed woman.

The woman was very beautiful, looking to be in her early twenties. She wore light eyeshadow and bright lipstick, and naturally exuded a faint floral fragrance.

She wore an indigo cheongsam, holding a puppet in her arms, her collarbone exposed, with a watercolor-style tattoo resembling a spider lily.

Du Can silently thought to himself: This outfit makes him look like he can't pass the civil service exam.