Magic: Reincarnate from high-voltage electricity at the start, level up independently.

When Chu Ge opened his eyes, all he saw was a stark, blindingly white ceiling.

My nasal cavity was filled with the distinctive smell of disinfectant, typical of hospitals.

here it is……

Mental hospital?

A thought flashed through his mind, and he instantly became fully awake.

Chu Ge tried to sit up, but found that thick restraints bound him tightly to the hospital bed, leaving him unable to exert any strength. He was stripped down to only his underwear.

He looked up at the doctor beside him, his voice cold and hard: "Let me go, I'm not sick."

"I know." The doctor nodded calmly, his tone nonchalant, clearly not paying much attention.

After all, every mental patient claims they are not sick.

The doctor turned to Director Yang and asked in a low voice, "Director, which treatment plan should we use?"

Director Yang glanced indifferently at Chu Ge on the bed and said indifferently, "Just electrocute him."

"clear."

The doctor agreed, his gaze towards Chu Ge carrying a hint of subtle sympathy.

That look seemed to say: Now you know why our director's Taoist name is Thunder and Lightning King, right?

Let's see if you're still so arrogant.

Shila-

A weak electric current surged into his body, causing Chu Ge's entire body to tense up, and he couldn't help but let out a painful sound.

The surrounding medical staff seemed oblivious, clearly accustomed to such scenes.

But not long after, Chu Ge suddenly fell silent, staring intently at the ceiling, motionless.

"Could something... have gone wrong?" someone muttered quietly.

"It shouldn't be that bad, the voltage hasn't reached the safe limit yet..." another person chimed in, but even they themselves seemed unsure.

Just as everyone was filled with unease, Chu Ge, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh.

"Haha! Hahaha—!"

"Thunder tribulation to temper the body! Why didn't I think of that sooner?!"

The brief electric shock made Chu Ge clearly aware that his physical strength, which had been stagnant for a long time, had begun to weaken slightly.

So close!

If he were just a little stronger, he could break through his current limits!

He even felt a pang of regret, realizing that after all these years of honing his physique, he had somehow missed out on this heaven-defying method.

Chu Ge's eyes instantly turned fervent, no longer caring about the humiliation of being tied up and treated as mentally ill.

He roared at Director Yang, his tone ferocious and savage:

"Increase the current! I told you to increase the current!"

"Again! I'm about to break through!"

Director Yang wiped the spittle off his face, his eyes instantly turning cold.

Treating electrotherapy as a form of divine tribulation? This madman is openly challenging his authority as the "King of Thunder and Lightning."

Since you've asked for electricity, you can't blame me.

He waved his hand dismissively and said coldly, "The patient's symptoms have deteriorated rapidly. Increase the current and intensify the treatment!"

"……yes."

Sizzle sizzle—

The current intensity increased, and the numbers on the instrument kept fluctuating.

"Bigger! Bigger! That feeling is getting closer and closer!"

Chu Ge's body convulsed more and more violently, but the smile on his face became increasingly maniacal.

"It's almost done! I'm about to succeed!"

Suddenly, the people in white coats around them covered their noses and frowned.

Their gazes all fell on Chu Ge's lower body.

"Director, he... has lost control of his bladder."

Director Yang pinched his nose, his face full of disgust: "Then let's stop for now."

"No!"

Upon hearing that the body-training was about to be interrupted, Chu Ge's expression changed drastically. Completely disregarding his predicament, he shouted urgently:

"Believe me, if the current gets any stronger, that barrier will really break!"

"I'm about to... no, I'm about to ascend!"

...This guy.

Director Yang frowned. In his more than ten years of medical practice, he had never seen anyone so seriously ill.

Reason told him that continuing to add power was extremely risky.

But the competitive spirit that had been provoked overwhelmed his concerns.

Again.

He would not allow anyone to challenge his authority as the "Thunder King" in his electrotherapy room!

Director Yang walked to the instrument and personally adjusted the voltage.

The numbers skyrocketed, the current surged violently, and the entire treatment room hummed faintly.

"Yes! That's it!"

"Stronger still! We must become even stronger!"

The medical staff nearby turned pale and couldn't help but step forward: "Director, if we don't stop, someone will die!"

"What's the panic?"

Director Yang didn't turn his head, staring at Chu Ge's bloodshot eyes, his tone tinged with a self-deprecating coldness:

Even the most insane madman cannot withstand the power of this thunder.

"Let me shatter his dream of the extraordinary."

He spoke calmly, but his heart was in turmoil.

With such a current intensity, theoretically, if Chu Ge were human, he should be dead.

Anyone who comes will die.

But Chu Ge not only didn't die, his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

Is this still a human body?

What do you mean by "max level"?

"Still a little short! Add more!" Chu Ge roared.

"It's reached its peak."

"I said! Add more!"

"I already said, I already—"

Director Yang responded impatiently in a low voice. Before he could finish speaking, the second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

Unbeknownst to him, Chu Ge had already broken free of all the restraints binding her body, standing barefoot on the hospital bed, looking down at him.

"What...what do you want to do?" Director Yang subconsciously stepped back, his hand quietly reaching for the corner of the table.

There was a claw hammer there, which was usually used to treat disobedient patients and always worked.

Chu Ge didn't look at him, and jumped straight off the bed, while the surrounding doctors all retreated far away.

He walked up to the instrument, tried it, and confirmed that it had reached its limit.

He was unwilling to give up. He was so close, was he really going to stop here?

Just as he was feeling disappointed, his peripheral vision inadvertently glanced out the window, and his gaze suddenly froze.

The next second, a fanatical and ferocious smile appeared on his face again, and he turned and rushed straight to the window.

"Bang--!"

The glass shattered with a loud crash, breaking into thousands of fragments that fell to the ground.

"This is insane! This is the sixth floor!"

Director Yang paused for a moment, then rushed to the window and looked down, only to be shocked to discover—

Chu Ge landed unharmed and instead sped away like an arrow released from a bow.

What does he want to do?

Director Yang's gaze followed the direction Chu Ge was running, and when he saw the towering high-voltage transmission tower not far away, he froze on the spot, his throat bobbing violently.

An absurd idea exploded in his mind.

After a moment, Director Yang gave a wry smile and murmured softly:

"Did I... electrocute a madman, or... electrocute a god?"

The naked boy running wildly on the street was particularly eye-catching, and soon drew gasps from passersby.

Some people called the police, some took photos, and some well-meaning citizens tried to stop him, but Chu Ge knocked them straight away and sent them flying... and then they fell into a trash can.

Chu Ge finally stopped at the foot of the high-voltage transmission tower.

He looked up at the crisscrossing high-voltage lines at the top, his eyes showing no fear, only a pilgrimage-like fervor.

It's going to work! It's going to work!

He's about to succeed!

He leaped up, his movements as swift as a monkey.

A reporter happened to be passing by, and his eyes lit up instantly after not capturing any hot topics all day. He frantically pressed the shutter button, already having drafted an explosive headline in his mind:

[Shocking! A naked man did that kind of thing to a high-voltage power transmission tower in broad daylight...]

Before long, Chu Ge climbed to the vicinity of the high-voltage line.

One high-voltage power line after another, like the strings of a musical instrument, gleamed warmly in the setting sun, intertwining with the afterglow of the sunset to create a golden-red hue.

The ground was already crowded with people, and the sirens of police cars and fire trucks grew louder as they approached, accompanied by whispers and a noisy cacophony.

Amidst the clamor, Chu Ge suddenly fell into a daze.

In the glow of the setting sun, he seemed to see a desolate, hunched figure standing quietly.

That wasn't parents, classmates, or even myself; it was "Chu Ge" from another world, from a previous life.

That was him too.

A self who once had an ordinary, happy life, but was crushed like an ant when cultivators from beyond the realm descended.

He had told those around him countless times that the universe is vast and there must be extraordinary beings, and that cultivators from beyond the realms would eventually descend.

But his parents didn't believe him, his classmates didn't believe him, his teachers didn't believe him. Everyone close to him just thought he was a complete lunatic.

"Unfortunately, even in this second life, I still haven't reached true transcendence."

A barely perceptible hint of melancholy flashed across Chu Ge's eyes.

He looked at the high-voltage line flashing with deadly danger; this was his last chance.

So what if we fail?

At worst, dust returns to dust, ashes to ashes; there will always be successors who will walk this path.

As for his parents in this life—

On his desk in his room was a bank card containing millions he had saved from underground boxing and missions abroad, enough to repay the debt of gratitude he owed his parents.

A fool.

A fool.

He silently repeated it to himself, and suddenly felt a little dazed, unable to distinguish whether his persistence over the years was an obsession or a dream from beginning to end.

Perhaps he really is the mentally ill person others are talking about.

Perhaps, he was never reborn.

Perhaps he never existed.

Immortal and mortal, transformed in a single moment.

Human and god are separated by a single thought.

I can't tell the difference between fire and fire, I really can't, and I don't want to anymore.

That's all for now.

Chu Ge looked up at the setting sun and murmured to himself, his tone calm yet resolute:

"Destiny brings both success and failure."

"The Immortal Lord regrets, but I do not."

Oh……

With a self-deprecating laugh, he no longer hesitated and, facing the setting sun and that illusory figure, leaped towards the high-voltage line.

In an instant, billions of violent currents surged forth, instantly penetrating his entire body.

A powerful beam of light shot into the sky, engulfing the entire transmission tower.

The physical body was instantly refined.