Everyone uses superpowers to play soccer, but you have so many different tricks up your sleeve.

"Hiss, what's this?"

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, feeling an excruciating headache.

A deluge of fragmented memories surged forth like wild horses, violently assaulting his senses.

After a long while, the excruciating pain subsided like a receding tide, leaving behind only a head full of cold sweat and a cruel truth—he had transmigrated.

In the original world, he was killed by a speeding vehicle while trying to save his mother.

However, the original owner of this body was somewhat different from him.

Both were created by cars, but the original owner became disabled with both legs crippled in order to save her half-sister.

Then, in a very considerate way, in order not to hinder his "younger sister's" future, he chose to commit suicide.

Qin Feng lay on the hard bed, feeling the numbness in his legs, and sighed helplessly: "Sigh, it's all about transmigration. Others are reborn as rich second-generation heirs or war gods and dragon kings."

"I'm lucky; I'm directly assigned to a job for a person with disabilities."

Unlike the original world, this world is inhabited by beings with supernatural abilities and high martial arts skills. Girls will awaken their supernatural abilities as battle spirits at the age of sixteen, while boys will become beings similar to battle spirit vessels.

However, the battle ended decades ago, the Abyss was completely destroyed, and now it is an era of full revival.

Just as he was lost in his memories, a sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Qin... Brother Qin Feng."

A soft, sweet voice came from outside the door, followed by the sound of someone trying to open it, but because it was locked, the person outside couldn't get in.

"Brother Qin Feng, what were you secretly doing in there?"

It sounded like a curious voice, but Qin Feng detected a hint of questioning in it.

He glanced at the medicine on the table and calmly replied, "Wait a moment, I'll be right out."

After tidying up his things a little, he began to move to the wheelchair next to the bed.

The process was not elegant, and even a bit awkward, but he still sat down steadily and then opened the door.

What comes into view is a girl with a single ponytail, exuding youthful energy, named Qin Wan'er, the original owner's younger sister.

She was wearing a T-shirt with a cute cartoon pattern, and her long, fair legs were visible beneath her slightly short denim jeans. An impatient expression flashed across her face, quickly replaced by a slightly aggrieved look.

"What is it?" Qin Feng asked bluntly, his tone indifferent.

Qin Wan'er was stunned for a moment.

In the past, her nominal older brother doted on her and showered her with love. How come he seems like a different person after returning from the hospital this time?

"Brother Qin Feng..." Her eyes instantly reddened, as if she was about to cry. "I want to buy a spot for the Awakening Guide Stone, but I don't have enough money..."

"So, I want to sell this house."

She bit her lip, her voice sweet and cloying, looking "very reluctant," yet she had no choice but to make a decision.

Guiding stones can increase the chance of awakening a battle spirit, so the cost of using a quota alone can reach millions.

"oh?"

"Interesting, is she a green tea bitch?"

Watching the girl's brilliant "Best Actress" performance, Qin Feng's lips curled into a slightly amused smile: "So, you want me to move out?"

Looking beyond the surface, no matter how skillful her performance was, her purpose was simply to kick Qin Feng out of the house. Whether she would actually sell the house or whether her purpose was to guide the stone quota was irrelevant.

"Brother Qin Feng, I'm sorry to trouble you," Qin Wan'er said matter-of-factly. "However, given your current situation, you are perfectly capable of going to the Star Prayer Society."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's face instantly darkened, making Qin Wan'er tense.

'It seems this half-sister really doesn't take him seriously.'

The so-called Star Prayer Society is a large welfare organization in this world with considerable influence. It specializes in taking in orphans without parents or people with disabilities.

However, based on Qin Feng's values, it's truly hard for him to believe in purely benevolent welfare organizations...

"I can move out."

Qin Feng's indifferent reply instantly dispelled Wan'er's initial tension and worry, and she immediately brightened up.

"However, since I was hit by a car, you have to transfer the compensation to me first."

His calm and composed words instantly turned the girl's expression from sunny to gloomy.

She had already considered that money as part of the fee for the guiding stone quota; once it was in her pocket, there was no reason for her to take it out again.

"Brother Qin Feng..." she was about to say in a coquettish tone.

"The liability assessment for the accident is 60 yuan." Qin Feng didn't give her a chance to perform and interrupted her directly, "After deducting medical expenses and my expenses at your house over the years, there should be at least 40 yuan left, right?"

"I'll be moving out this afternoon." He took a step closer in his wheelchair, his eyes icy. "Remember to transfer the money, otherwise... I'll really have to trouble the Qixing Society."

The "trouble-seeking ceremony" in the second sentence does not mean solving life's problems, but rather resolving civil disputes.

After saying that, Qin Feng slammed the door shut, leaving Qin Wan'er standing outside, dumbfounded.

Qin Wan'er was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. Qin Feng wanted to sever ties with her? On what grounds? How dare he?

"Are you kidding me? My parents raised you and you're only worth 10 yuan?"

"A cripple is a cripple. Just wait and see if I'll pay up!"

Qin Wan'er angrily kicked the door and then turned and left.

The door was tightly closed, completely isolating the room from the noise and disturbances of the outside world.

Qin Feng sat alone in his wheelchair, his gaze calmly sweeping over the small and simple room.

His luggage was pitifully small; a few clothes and a few books were all he owned in this world.

After that, I'll go directly to the Star Prayer Association to register and settle in; that's the most realistic option right now.

As for those legs, a full recovery will be very difficult; it will require a lot of money.

"I'll go back to school tomorrow and see. If it really doesn't work, I'll just delete the account and start a new one."

Without a system, without family, and now crippled, he really didn't want to clean up this mess.

The medicine is already prepared; if all else fails, we can just re-prescribe it...

In the afternoon, he arrived at the Qixinghui's base in Jiangcheng—Qifu Community.

Everything went more smoothly than I had imagined.

Originally, Qin Feng had imagined a scenario where the chosen one suffered all sorts of difficulties, since that's how it's always written in novels, right? When the main character is down on their luck, there are always a few clueless extras who come out to make their presence known.

But the reality is that, simply by passing through the gate's scan, the Qixing Society learned all of Qin Feng's information.

The subsequent arrangements and procedures were all very quick and smooth, which impressed him greatly.

Even the room they were assigned was better than the one they had stayed in before.

Qin Feng also expressed his request to freeze Qin Wan'er's bank account to prevent her from spending all of her compensation money.

Aunt Liu, who was in charge of the task, was a decisive and efficient person. She immediately said that the matter could be left to her.

At night, after enduring a whole day, Qin Feng lay in bed still holding onto a sliver of hope.

He was very interested in the superpower system of this world and wanted to experience it.

And tomorrow's training match will provide just such an opportunity.