Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The perpetrators did exist, but they were never the alien race on the other side. On the contrary, she, like number 451, was a helpless victim who suffered endless humiliation.

Number 451 spoke for the second time after his brief "yes" earlier, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

At this time, Number 451 was still a boy. Because of the extremely wild environment he grew up in, his language organization and expression abilities were very poor. In fact, the question he really wanted to ask was, "Among you nobles, what kind of nobles would come to mate with us humans?" He was referring to a group, not just the lizardman opposite him.

Unfortunately, the lizardman opposite him wasn't a mind reader like Number 451, and wouldn't understand what he really wanted to ask. He simply gave a brief answer to the question.

"My father broke his leg during a hunt..."

In this primitive era, losing a leg meant being utterly useless, unable to farm, hunt, or participate in tribal conflicts—incapable of anything. Moreover, the times were far too primal and wild; the lizardmen were inherently cold-hearted. Veterans wounded or killed on the battlefield received no compensation whatsoever. In short, if the breadwinner of a family was injured, the entire family plummeted to the very bottom of the pyramid, stripped of all dignity and human rights… like now, being sent to mate with humans.

To humans, reptilians are ugly, bizarre, and unsettling. But in the eyes of reptilians, aren't humans the same? They both consider mating with each other a disgrace, yet they feel compelled to do so.

This left Number 451 completely bewildered. He sensed that the other person, like him, was a helpless victim... When his mother was taken away, he harbored hostility towards all other races. But now he found his hatred so cheap and powerless. It wasn't some lecherous demon drooling over humans from the beginning. It was two pitiful creatures forced into a helpless compromise by the true perpetrator, tearing apart their dignity, their souls, and even their chastity, crushing and chewing them up, pouring the filth into this stone chamber, thus becoming slaves forever...

Number 451 was gasping for breath, it was suffocating... He longed for a world where everything was black and white, enemies and allies, all clearly defined. But this was ultimately a fragile illusion, shattered by a few words from the sorrowful female lizardwoman who had arrived.

"There are three days left."

The female lizardwoman spoke again, her voice carrying a sigh, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

Number 451 looked out of the stone chamber. He wanted to roar, he wanted to escape, but he could neither roar nor escape. The weak man could make such a small sound that no one would disturb him.

..

Before we knew it, night had fallen.

Number 451 leaned against the entrance of the stone chamber, the female lizardwoman sitting silently on the rough stone bed.

No one spoke, and no one wanted to speak... but this situation was within the lizardmen's expectations. They would come every day, and if what they wanted to see didn't happen, many terrible punishments would befall them.

The female lizard woman's lips moved twice, about to speak, but she suddenly froze.

In the distance, a flicker of fire appeared, accompanied by hurried footsteps and deafening shouts of battle, all in a language the female lizardwoman couldn't understand. But there was another language she could understand—the language of her own kind.

"—Enemy attack!"

Battle God Chapter 5

In modern times, the human race is powerful, so the unified term "other race" came into being. This can easily lead people to misunderstand that the other race is a single entity, extremely united internally, and all working to deal with humans.

In modern times, that might be a reasonable interpretation, given the immense power of humanity.

But in the Age of Gods, the scene was entirely different. The alien races were hostile to each other, invading one another—to put it more bluntly, they harbored high levels of hatred towards each other. Conversely, they showed low, even negative, hatred towards humans. This was because other alien races were enemies, while humans were not, had no right to be enemies, and were even a valuable resource.

The alien races were not united; in fact, they were practically ready to smash each other's brains out.

Like now.

Battles between alien races always break out so suddenly and quickly. They are true super soldiers in this era. According to statistics, the vast majority of alien races in the Age of Gods can march at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour while carrying a load of 20 kilograms. Unlike modern alien races, which are more inclined towards humans, the alien races in the Age of Gods are more inclined towards monsters.

If they were lightly equipped, they could go even faster, traveling day and night, traversing hundreds of miles, and launching a surprise attack on another alien tribe!

"kill!"

Ancient alien languages ​​rang out, accompanied by deafening battle cries. Number 451 hurried to the stone chamber door and looked out... It was another alien race, closer to magical beasts than lizardmen. Their bodies were covered in fur, and they were enormous, like werewolves from ancient legends. Some were on all fours, while others stood in human form, their eyes flashing with astonishing killing intent.

Fights always break out so suddenly in the struggle for territory, hunting grounds, and slaves.

The lizardmen chose to fight, and the battle was extremely primitive, relying entirely on hand-to-hand combat—even during the Age of Gods, iron smelting technology had not been stagnant. But it was ultimately too primitive; it was sufficient for cutting down humans with delicate skin, but perhaps insufficient for cutting down tough-skinned magical beasts. In such situations, the alien races trusted their claws and teeth more.

Chaos reigned within the stone chamber. The lizardmen guarding it had all departed to join the front lines, causing widespread panic among the humans. Few attempted to flee, not out of apathy or anything else, but because they subconsciously believed this place was safe—a rather passive choice. But it wasn't entirely wrong. Even if they left the stone chamber, where could they escape to? Outside lay a chaotic battle, beyond which lay a forest teeming with monsters…where was truly safe?

Staying here is the only safe place.

In the Age of Gods, "humans" and food were the only common currencies. Whether victor or vanquished, no one would do anything to humans. As long as you stayed here, you were safe.

Yes, as long as you stay here...

Number 451 felt his own heartbeat, so intense, so sudden, so deafening. All other sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only that constantly beating heart, releasing boundless heat.

"free"..

In early human languages, these two words or similar terms did not exist. But the pursuit of freedom by humans, and indeed all other living beings, was ingrained in their very bones when they were still apes or ordinary animals, when they looked up at the sky and saw the eagle soaring freely.

Sometimes, this will remains forever dormant, like the numb life of Number 451. When he was younger, he had some thoughts, some will, perhaps Number 319 also had them as a child. But as he grew older, that ambition was devoured by endless hunger. After being brought here, the will to resist might be reactivated. But there was no opportunity to resist; he could only choose submission, and from then on, he was branded a slave—in fantasy terms, his Dao heart was clouded.

Number 451 was tempted.

He wants to leave...leave this place, anywhere is fine as long as it's not here.

He took a step.

The lizardman called out to him.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

Number 451 said, "I don't know."

"I don't know, are you going out too?"

"Yes."

"If you go out, you will die."

"Yes."

"If that's the case, why do you still want to go out?"

“If I go out, I might die, or I might encounter other situations; everything is uncertain. But if I stay here, I can see my fate at a glance.”

What will your ending be?

"To become the next number 319, and when you grow old, to tell others that winter has come, and then to die restlessly on Mount Rest."

"...So what are you looking for when you go out?"

The lizard woman had asked this question before, but now she was asking it again, and the questions were different each time.

Number 451 turned to look at the oppressed man and said in a low voice, "I decided to go out in order to find something."

Number 451 went out.

The fall of every dynasty and the beginning of every era, if traced back to their origins, all of this must have started in a ridiculous way, like a joke. No one could imagine that the fall of such a dynasty and the beginning of such an era could be caused by such a commonplace and insignificant beginning.

A small step, yet a giant leap.

Night fell, the starry sky was brilliant, fires blazed in the village, and shouts and the sounds of fighting shook the heavens and the earth. At this time and in this place, number 451 stepped out of the stone chamber.

He looked back...and there was no one else who had left the stone chamber except for him.

Even though no one was watching over it anymore, it was still like an unbreakable iron gate, firmly locking everyone in, as if something unseen was blocking their way.

Individual choices, when combined, ultimately become the choices of groups, nations, and races.

Number 451 didn't know much. He took that step because he didn't want to become a slave. He wanted to find something he might have lost when he was a child, something that had been worn away by long periods of numbness and hunger. He wanted to find it again, even if he died on the road, he would still be free.

Battle God Chapter Six

In a battlefield teeming with wolves, werewolves, lizardmen, and lizards, the sudden appearance of a human is a truly bizarre scene.

Number 451 was trying his best to avoid the battlefield. However, the two groups of alien races were already in a bloodthirsty frenzy, with the momentum of fighting from the South Heavenly Gate to the North Heavenly Gate. The battlefield was spreading extremely fast, and he was still discovered, but no one was paying attention to him for the time being. To the two sides currently engaged in battle, Number 451 was like a domesticated animal with no fighting ability that had accidentally wandered into the battlefield during a robbery.

Number 451 ran all the way. In this primitive era, the lizardmen's territory wasn't very large. After five or six minutes, he saw the edge of their territory—the Iron Thorns used to block magical beasts... The Iron Thorns were a plant-like magical beast, unable to move on its own and only able to fight from one side. Therefore, many other races used them as walls to protect their tribes.

Because of the werewolf invasion, the Iron Thorns are all activated. But that's not a problem; you can still jump over them with a running start.

Theoretically, if there were enough iron thorns, they could not only stop magical beasts but also other races. However, in reality, the iron thorns laid around the tribe were only a thin layer, at best only enough to deal with weak animals and temporarily hinder powerful magical beasts—so why not lay more iron thorns to stop both powerful magical beasts and other races?

This question is like asking why poor modern people don't rent out their vacant houses to increase their income... Where would you get so many iron thorns? Enough to surround a tribe is already the work of a top-tier wealthy family. To form a real defensive line, to the point that even a race that can jump more than ten meters after helping it run, would not be able to jump over it, how many iron thorns would that require? It's simply an astronomical number.

Number 451, take-off...take off!

Iron Thorn looks like a giant carnivorous plant. Its body can perform a certain degree of mechanical unilateral extension and retraction, and its attack range is quite large. Number 451 must make sure he jumps far enough!

He leaped, the wind whistling past his ears. Below, jagged iron thorns opened their gaping maws, leading directly to a digestive tract filled with acid... As he jumped, Number 451 felt his legs go weak. But not from fear, but from his long-standing hunger and stunted growth.

He was not afraid; he felt an immense peace within him. It wasn't that he was confident of victory, but rather that he had the courage to face the outcome. Success or failure was his own choice, and even if he failed to leap over and was swallowed by the iron thorns, he could accept it calmly.

This feeling was unlike anything I had experienced in the past fifteen years. It was so exhilarating that even death would be something to be savored. Why was that?

Drinking poison to quench thirst... Death is a poison, but when this poison is seasoned with "freedom," some people will drink it without hesitation. Number 451 is such a person.

"Really...it's because of freedom."

Number 451 landed heavily, losing his balance and tumbling several times before coming to a stop. He landed within Iron Thorns' attack range. However, Iron Thorns didn't react immediately, and after rolling a few times, Number 451 was safe... at least temporarily.

The iron thorns failed to bite him, and failing to bite him once meant that it was impossible to bite him again; the threat from the iron thorns had disappeared.

Number 451 got up, feeling a slight pain in his ankle. When he landed, it seemed he had injured his leg... But this slight pain had no effect on Number 451's brain, which was soaring to its peak.

He glanced back one last time; the werewolves had set fire to the tribe, flames soaring into the sky. Regardless of who won or lost in the end, most of this place would be reduced to ruins.

Number 451, without any hesitation, plunged headlong into the Monster Forest.

-

Two months have passed.

Number 451 couldn't find the village where he was born and raised. The land was vast and boundless. He wasn't an alien race and didn't have any special abilities, yet he always managed to return to his hometown with perfect accuracy. He lived in the Monster Forest for two months.

In the past two months, he had narrowly escaped death several times. Normal humans simply do not have the ability to survive in such a place. On the first day after leaving the tribe, Number 451 encountered a life-threatening situation. He was targeted by a carnivorous magical beast and could only flee in a sorry state. During his escape, he stumbled and bumped several times, touching various acupoints in his body. Suddenly, a warm current rose in his body, flowing through his limbs, dispelling fatigue, strengthening his physique, and making him feel like the wind on his feet. Of course, even so, he could not outrun a magical beast. In the end, he barely escaped by relying on his skill of climbing trees to steal bird eggs, which he had developed since childhood.

After narrowly escaping death, Number 451 began to pay attention to the warm current flowing through his body. After that initial flow, it had automatically gathered below his abdomen. Number 451 tried it and discovered he could actually manipulate that warm current. As it flowed through his body, his fatigue vanished, and his senses became more refined, as if boundless power was hidden within him… Of course, this was an illusion; from a later perspective, he was now nothing more than a mediocre martial artist. But at this moment, this trace of warmth was invaluable.

Relying on this warm current, Number 451 managed to survive with great difficulty. Afterwards, he spent his time exploring the various mechanisms of this warm current: how it forms, why it forms, how to mobilize it, how to strengthen it, and how to use it.

Number 451 was very patient, exploring little by little, and eventually discovered that the warm current was produced by stimulating specific body parts. He called these specific body parts "awakening points"—or, in later terms, acupoints.

Later, he discovered that apart from needing to stimulate the awakening point at the beginning, nothing else was needed. By letting that warm current flow along a certain route, he could strengthen himself. In contrast, stimulating the awakening point was unstable and yielded less warm current. He explored a rudimentary method of operation, which he called the "Qi Nourishing Scripture".

As for that warm current, number 451 calls it internal energy.

God of War Chapter 7

If someone says, "I get dizzy after standing for a while, I'm anemic, my hands tremble, and I have poor physical strength, can I be a chief surgeon?" how should I answer them?

Similarly, if someone says, "My hands shake, I'm slow, and I'm uncoordinated, can I be a magician?"

I'm 1.4 meters tall, I can't jump high or run fast, can I still play in the NBA?

If the question is simply whether it's possible, with the help of some external forces, the final answer is always yes, but it's not recommended, and it's destined to be a bad thing.