My strength increases by one percent every day; I can destroy stars with my bare hands.

"Pfft!"

The sound of cold spears piercing flesh, accompanied by piercing screams, exploded on the smoke-filled battlefield.

Li Xuancang suddenly opened his eyes, intense pain spreading from his shoulder throughout his body, and the stench of blood in the air assaulted his senses.

"Where is this?"

He looked around and saw two groups of people fighting with cold weapons, just like a scene from a movie.

"what!"

Before he could understand further, a sharp pain struck, as if his soul had been forcibly torn apart and filled with unfamiliar memories, causing him a splitting headache.

After a moment, the pain gradually subsided, and he gained another memory, as if he had lived two completely different lives in two parallel worlds, both of which he had personally experienced.

He looked down and saw that he was wearing a tattered, blood-stained coarse cloth military uniform.

A deep, bone-revealing wound was cut open on his shoulder, and blood was flowing uncontrollably.

"Damn it! The barbarians are charging! Hold them off!"

"I don't want to die, someone please save me!"

"Kill! Fight these barbarians to the death!"

"..."

Li Xuancang merged the memories and immediately understood the current situation.

This is the desolate continent of Tianhuang, a world teeming with demons and monsters, and home to countless races.

Although the human race is strong, it is surrounded by many powerful enemies, its territory is constantly being eroded, barbarians invade its borders, demons devour people, and the common people are as worthless as weeds.

The Great Yan Dynasty, in which he lived, was plagued by constant border wars, heavy taxes, and cruel corvée labor.

The original owner was a common farmer's son in Qingxi Village, and everyone in his family was an ordinary person.

Two years ago, his family couldn't pay their taxes, so he was forced to serve in the army at the lakeside post station.

Two years have passed since I left my hometown, and we are now thousands of miles apart, with a difficult journey ahead.

The family consists of elderly and frail parents, an older sister who is already married, and a younger sister who is still young.

In this world where demons roam and officials exploit, an ordinary farming family struggles on the edge of life and death every moment.

The original owner longed day and night, hoping only to survive military service, return home alive, and protect his family.

But the brutal border wars ultimately crushed this humble hope.

Today, a great battle broke out, and he was critically injured and on the verge of death. In the end, Li Xuancang from Blue Star took over this broken body.

"Why did I have to come to this chaotic world of demons and monsters? And as a piece of cannon fodder on the frontier, my life hanging by a thread..."

Li Xuancang felt a chill in his heart, and despair instantly enveloped him.

He had no cultivation, no powerful backing, and was seriously injured.

In this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, in his current state, he wouldn't last even an incense stick's time.

"Hahaha, kill them all!"

The barbarian soldiers in the distance had bloodthirsty eyes and approached step by step; the shadow of death locked him firmly.

Are we going to die on the battlefield as soon as we arrive?

Li Xuancang was unwilling to accept this, but he had no way to do anything about it.

[Ding! Host's life is critical, meeting the binding conditions, daily boost activated]

[Unique Effect: Permanently increases strength by 1% daily, with no cap, no cooldown, and no side effects!]

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

Li Xuancang's pupils contracted sharply, and a blazing light ignited in his otherwise lifeless heart.

It permanently increases strength by 1% every day, without stopping and without an upper limit.

As time goes by, this power will become terrifying beyond imagination.

If you survive, you can become infinitely stronger.

In that instant, Li Xuancang had only one thought: to live. As long as he lived, he could have everything.

He doesn't just want to live for himself.

In the distant village, his closest relatives still reside.

Weak and ordinary parents, a gentle and resilient eldest sister, and a young and helpless younger sister.

In chaotic times, demons roam the land, and officials and powerful figures oppress ordinary people at will.

If he dies here, the farming family that has lost its only male heir will only be driven to ruin by heavy taxes, evil spirits, hunger and cold.

"I want to live."

"I want to become stronger."

"I want to climb up, get a military rank, wield privileges, and protect my family."

"..."

Li Xuancang clenched his blood-stained fist, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

A barbarian soldier had already rushed forward, his curved blade gleaming coldly, aiming straight for his head.

"Die, you scum of the Great Yan!"

The barbarian soldier grinned maliciously, his face full of ferocity, and his scimitar, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, fell fiercely.

Li Xuancang endured the excruciating pain in his shoulder, his survival instinct pushing his body to its limits as he desperately dodged to the side.

He barely avoided a fatal blow; the curved blade grazed his neck, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

"Um?"

Seeing that Li Xuancang had dodged his deadly strike, the barbarian looked surprised, stepped closer, and was about to attack again.

"boom!"

Just then, a gentle warmth instantly flowed through Li Xuancang's limbs and bones.

Sore muscles regain strength, a weak body is revitalized, and a subtle yet real increase in strength descends upon you.

Although it's only one percent, insignificant, it's crucial in this desperate situation.

Li Xuancang's eyes sharpened, and he gripped the broken iron spear tightly, channeling all his strength into it.

The original owner was from a farming family and had a decent physique due to years of hard work.

Over the past two years, he has also received some combat training and has considerable strength.

"puff!"

With a thrust of the spear, the opponent's arm was immediately slashed.

"what!"

The barbarian, in pain, turned bloodshot and became extremely ferocious, slashing his curved blade fiercely at Li Xuancang.

"Let's give it our all!"

Faced with life and death, Li Xuancang did not choose to hide; his body would not allow him to.

With a desperate gamble, he poured all his strength into his spear, aimed it at the chest of the irrational barbarian, and thrust it out.

"Pfft"

An inch longer, an inch stronger; life and death hang in the balance; the spear pierces the barbarian's chest.

"what!"

With a roar, Li Xuancang pushed his body beyond its limits, twisting his wrist violently. The iron spear aggravated his wound, and taking advantage of the moment when the enemy was in pain and stiffened, he charged forward.

With his last remaining strength, he unleashed it all, and his spear pierced the barbarian's heart.

"what!"

The barbarian screamed in agony, blood gushing out, the curved blade aimed at Li Xuancang fell to the ground, and his body stiffened.

"Bang!"

The barbarian's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"Huff, huff huff huff..."

After slaying the enemy, Li Xuancang was exhausted and collapsed on the ground, panting heavily. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Looking at the corpses around him, he felt no fear of killing, only the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

"kill!"

At this moment, the sounds of fighting echoed across the battlefield, and Li Xuancang's mood sank to the bottom.

He was now completely powerless and at the mercy of others; any barbarian could end his life.

Despite his deep resentment, Li Xuancang was powerless to change the situation and could only await his death.

"They're here! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

Just as Li Xuancang was filled with despair and awaiting death, a thunderous cheer erupted from the Great Yan Dynasty, and a force of hundreds of people quickly charged in from behind.