After entering the innate stage, the greatest benefit of martial arts is that there will never again be any ridiculous incidents like going astray or suffering from inner demons. So, for the past year, William Brooks has been wholeheartedly immersing himself in the martial arts realm he had dreamed of in his previous life, completely absorbed and undisturbed. Since he still has to play the role of a baby who can't speak or walk, his cultivation time is basically running around the clock, twenty-four hours a day.

This is something he has no choice about. If William Brooks started running around right after being born, cursing nonstop, well... no one would think he was a genius; everyone would just assume he was a monster!

When he got tired of practicing inner strength, William Brooks would first review all the martial arts techniques he could remember from his previous life in his mind, making sure they were firmly engraved in his memory. On this martial arts-impoverished planet, William Brooks deeply understood just how valuable the knowledge in his mind was! Any one of the techniques he remembered could cause a sensation on this planet! These were the ultimate treasures for his future survival and self-defense—he couldn't afford to be careless.

After carefully sorting through the martial arts classics in his mind, William Brooks began the next step: quietly organizing all the martial arts routines, moves, lightness techniques, fist and sword forms, and all sorts of miscellaneous things he could remember.

In his previous life, after his martial arts were crippled and he was rescued by Grace Brooks, William Brooks spent his days alone by the East Sea, with his only pastime being playing online games and reading novels. Since he was a martial artist, he naturally found fighting games more interesting. While organizing these moves, William Brooks rediscovered the long-lost feeling of playing games online!

Of course, the biggest difference from his previous life was that, while before he fought freely in the virtual world, now he simulated real combat in his mind. Both were forms of fantasy, but now, every move William Brooks simulated could one day be performed with his own hands and feet. So, every move and technique he practiced in his mind was close to real combat—a standard one-hit kill.

It must be said, the amount of work involved in organizing all this information was enormous. The vast sea of knowledge in his memory was countless; to completely sort it all out in just one year was simply impossible. So William Brooks had to prioritize. His first priority, of course, was anything related to self-preservation in situations where he couldn't guarantee his own safety—this was the most urgent and important task.

William Brooks lay in the cradle, eyes half-closed, looking outwardly obedient and content. In reality, his mind was running at high speed, never stopping for a moment.

Book One: Star Youth

Chapter 9: Head of the Thompson Family

Ever since he first lay in this cradle in this life, William Brooks had loved the feeling—it was as if he had returned to those rare moments of relaxation at sea in his previous life, lying on a yacht, facing the sunset, gently rising and falling with the waves. So, over the past year, William Brooks had spent almost half his time in this cradle.

"Tiān'er, my precious." A gentle voice sounded, and a happy smile appeared at the corner of William Brooks's mouth. A slender, snow-white hand, soft as cotton, gently picked him up and held him in a warm embrace. Looking up, he saw a beautiful, tender face full of love and affection. It was his mother, Olivia Clark. Beside her was a man in his thirties with a strong, square face—handsome, smiling gently like a spring breeze, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he looked at his son. This was his father, the top military authority in the kingdom, General James Brooks.

James Brooks bent down and gently kissed William Brooks's tender little face, the bristly stubble pricking William Brooks uncomfortably, making him glare in annoyance.

"Haha, the little guy doesn't like it, huh? Hmm... hmm... I'll make you like it, haha." With that, he planted two more heavy kisses. William Brooks's face was covered in saliva.

Olivia Clark playfully pushed her husband aside. "Go, go, go, your beard is so rough, it pricked the baby."

"Hahaha, rough? Then why didn't you mind it last night? Hehehe... Ouch..." His waist was suddenly pinched and twisted hard by the embarrassed and angry Olivia Clark. William Brooks didn't even need to look to know what kind of lecherous expression his dad had on his face right now. At this moment, William Brooks suddenly remembered a famous saying from his previous life: pain and happiness go hand in hand.

"Your son is right here, and you're talking nonsense? Some father you are," Olivia Clark scolded, still angry and anxious.

"Hehehe, he's just a little guy, what could he possibly understand? Isn't that right, son?" As he spoke, a handsome face appeared in front of William Brooks, making silly faces.

"Hmph! Mmm... you... stop moving around." Just as Olivia Clark was about to get angry, her voice suddenly softened. William Brooks saw that a salty hand had landed right on Olivia Clark's full, ample chest, gently kneading.

William Brooks was furious! Damn it, do you think I'm invisible? Just putting on such a bad influence for young minds right in front of me! William Brooks angrily grabbed that salty hand and yanked it down hard.

"Hahaha... my son is mad that I'm invading his territory, haha." A hearty laugh rang out.