Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Primordial God and Demon Avatar

"Hasn't Director Zhang arrived yet? The patient's injuries are too severe; surgery must be performed immediately to remove the rib that has pierced the lung."

"Where are the family members? Get them here to sign the papers immediately."

"We cannot contact the family members."

"Doctor, he's a martial artist, and he's still very young. We must save him at all costs."

"Xu Qiankun's family, the patient is currently extremely weak and may die at any time. Please do not insist on your own way."

In a daze, Xu Qiankun seemed to see a speeding red sports car rushing towards him as he walked on the sidewalk. Then he seemed to be in a city that had been abandoned for who knows how many years, carrying a long spear and fighting against strange and huge monsters at inhuman speed.

"pain"

A heart-wrenching pain swept through my entire body, as if every bone was being shattered, yet my consciousness grew clearer and clearer, as if I were actively feeling the pain emanating from every bone and every piece of flesh.

The originally noisy and chaotic sounds gradually became clear.

"He's so badly injured, with broken arms and legs. Even if he can be healed, he'll be crippled. We're not going to treat him."

This was a somewhat sarcastic female voice, and she was probably around forty years old.

"Family members, please be patient. The patient is very weak and cannot withstand any more jostling. Moreover, his teammates have already paid for the medical expenses."

This is a rather pleasant female voice; the owner of the voice should be under thirty years old.

"I am his aunt and his legal guardian. I said I wouldn't treat him, and that's final. Please refund the remaining medical expenses to us." The harsh voice was extremely firm in its tone.

"Uncle, Aunt, please don't hurt my brother."

"Doctor, don't listen to your aunt. I'm the patient's sister. Please, you must save him."

This is the pleading, helpless voice of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

"What's going on?"

"Why does this voice feel familiar even though I've never heard it before?"

Xu Qiankun was puzzled, and just then, a flood of memories surged in.

My younger sister cultivates, becomes a martial artist, fights monsters, in the Great Nirvana Era, encounters the RR virus, and the world's strongest being, Hong...

"So, this is the world of Swallowing the Stars."

Xu Qiankun suddenly realized that he had transmigrated to the world of Swallowing the Stars and replaced a critically injured and dying martial artist with the same name as him.

The original owner's father was a martial artist, but he unfortunately died in a hunting expedition six years ago.

His mother was already in poor health, and her worries made her ill, and she passed away not long after, leaving his seven-year-old sister to depend on him for survival.

It was around that time that the couple, who had rarely been in contact with them, came to their door, saying they wanted to take care of the siblings.

At first, the protagonist resisted, since her parents didn't have much contact with her uncle's family when they were alive, and their relationship wasn't very good.

However, under the constant bombardment of sweet words and flattery from the two, the brother and sister, who had never seen the wickedness of human nature, were quickly won over and cooperated in completing various procedures. The uncle and aunt, along with their three children, moved into the house left by the original owner's father without any problems. Not long after, their attitude changed drastically.

They seized the pension and savings left by their father, sold off the weapons and equipment, and even occupied the room where the brother and sister were alone. They could only eat leftovers, and sometimes they had no food at all and could only fill their stomachs by drinking water.

Fortunately, the original body lived up to expectations, passing the preliminary martial artist assessment at the age of less than nineteen, and increasing its strength by more than two thousand kilograms on its first attempt at gene energy training.

"Trash, they've bullied you like this, and now that you've become a martial artist, they just softened their stance with a few words. You actually think they're family and let them continue living in the villa?"

Xu Qiankun was disgusted.

Having inherited all of his predecessor's memories, he naturally knew what his predecessor was thinking: he was afraid that he would die in the wild one day, leaving his sister all alone and helpless.

"Having such a family of relatives, I'm not only lonely and helpless, but I'm also being exploited to the bone."

"Now look what's happened. Nobody will let you save them. Once you die, your sister will definitely be bullied, and they might even sell her for a good price."

"No, that's not right." Xu Qiankun immediately realized, "The original body is already dead, and now I'm the one who's being tricked."

"I said, I'm not getting treatment anymore, I'm not getting treatment anymore, can't you understand human language?"

The owner of the harsh voice suddenly erupted, kicking the hospital room hard. The bed shook with Xu Qiankun's body, and he almost fainted from the pain.

"Cry, cry, cry, all you do is cry. What good is a jinx like you?"

"Family of the patient, if you continue to cause trouble, I will call the police, and I will also report your behavior to the Extreme Martial Arts Academy. I want to see if you can bear the crime of harming a seriously injured martial artist." The doctor's voice also turned cold.

"you..."

The owner of the harsh voice immediately fell silent.

She was mean-spirited and ungrateful, but not stupid. If she really took it to the Extreme Martial Arts Academy, given what her whole family had done over the years, they would definitely be in deep trouble. They might even be secretly killed by a hot-tempered martial artist.

After all, martial arts is a high-risk profession, and no one can guarantee that they will never be seriously injured or killed in battle. Protecting the families of martial artists or those who are seriously injured is a consensus among martial artists.

"Let's go back."

The owner of the harsh voice stopped making noise.

"I want to stay with my brother," the girl said firmly.

"Hmph, then you can stay with me. If you're so capable, then don't go back."

With a harsh snort, he left immediately, his footsteps fading into the distance. Xu Qiankun recognized that two people were leaving, one of whom was probably his uncle, who had remained silent until now.

"Having relatives like that is disgusting."

"And the personality of the original owner is truly worthy of the suffering he has endured over the past six years."

It's one thing to be bullied when you have no power, but to still be bullied when you have power—what else is that but a spineless wretch?

If he were the one who had been in the previous life, he would have sought help from his father's former teammates to teach them a lesson the moment they first dared to give him and his sister a hard time.

If they repeatedly fail to learn their lesson, it would be no problem for a martial artist to kill a few ordinary people.

As for whether those people would help, there was no need to doubt it at all, because they would prepare a gift for the brother and sister every year during festivals. It was thanks to these gifts that the original owner was able to become a quasi-martial artist at the age of nineteen.

Giving a gift shows that they haven't forgotten the past relationship.

"Doctor, please, please save my brother!" the girl pleaded desperately. "He's my only family."

"Don't worry, we'll do our best," the doctor said, not making any promises. "But you need to be prepared. The patient's internal organs have suffered extremely severe trauma. Even if he's a martial artist with strong vitality, he might not be able to pull through."

"I believe my brother will never abandon me."

The girl's tone was firm, and Xu Qiankun really wanted to tell her that she had believed too soon, that ditch had already abandoned her and run away.

Then Xu Qiankun felt himself being pushed into the operating room, and then he lost consciousness.

......

"Where is this?"

When Xu Qiankun regained consciousness, he found himself in a dimly lit space, feeling as if he were submerged in water.

"Could it be that the hospital got me some kind of IV fluids or something to save me?"

Just as he was making wild guesses, a powerful memory suddenly surfaced, letting Xu Qiankun know the current situation.