Is there really such a thing as perpetual victory?

Is there truly an invincible supreme?

In this world, no one can remain number one forever—anyone can be defeated.

Including me.

I have always been waiting for that one person to appear, to defeat me, to tell me that my path is wrong.

Unfortunately, that person has yet to come.

……

False martial arts: Strengthen oneself, break through the limits of the human body, withstand bullets with mere flesh and blood.

True martial arts: Use the life magnetic field to command the magnetic fields of the stars, use the microcosm of the human body to draw upon the power of the macrocosm, roam the starry sky, shatter planets.

Chapter One: Public Opinion

Tianyuan Federation, Taibai Kingdom.

Canglong City, Hanyang University.

In a clearing within a not-so-dense grove, Grace Thompson (pin), dressed in a light blue short-sleeved shirt, was practicing a set of martial arts.

His punches were ordinary, seemingly focused on health and wellness.

After a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face.

“As expected, the fusion of souls has brought about some special changes in me. I can precisely sense even the slightest enhancement of a single cell, the faintest rise in my vitality. Through these changes, I’ve devised an entirely new training regimen, and the efficiency of strengthening my vitality has increased by 2.4 times compared to before.”

2.4 times.

In other words, what once took him a year to reach his peak would now only take five months.

And this wasn’t even the limit.

If he kept trying, he could go even faster.

“Ring ring ring!”

At that moment, a ringtone sounded.

Grace Thompson paused his martial arts, but did not stop completely.

The phone kept ringing.

He made no move.

On one hand, he hadn’t finished his set.

On the other, he didn’t know how to respond.

Anyone would feel uneasy suddenly gaining a stranger as a mother.

The ringtone persisted relentlessly.

After fifty seconds, it finally stopped.

Less than half a minute later, it rang again.

“Running away is never the way to solve a problem.”

Grace Thompson took out his phone from his pocket and answered.

Soon, a voice filled with concern came through: “Son, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Grace Thompson replied.

“That’s good, that’s good. Mom… just wanted to check on you…”

“I won’t do anything foolish again.”

Grace Thompson gave her a reassuring answer first.

“Good, good, Mom believes you. Do you still have money? If not, I’ll transfer you some more.”

“No need, I still have enough.”

“Take it anyway. You’re out there on your own, about to start job hunting and internships. It’ll be tough, so make sure to eat well.”

“Mm, I know.”

Grace Thompson replied.

The woman’s voice nagged on for several minutes before finally saying, “Your sister wants to talk to you.”

Soon, a soft, gentle female voice came through: “Xiao Pin, I bought you some Focus Incense. When will you come back to try it out for meditation?”

“Focus Incense?”

Grace Thompson frowned: “It costs over a hundred thousand—where did you get the money?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been working for years and have some savings.”

Grace Thompson was speechless.

Does she think I’m a child?

Over a hundred thousand.

Not just a few bucks.

“You’ve always been smart since you were little. You definitely have the talent to embark on cultivation and make something of yourself.”

The gentle voice coaxed.

“Ten years of meditating on the Star God—if I really had ‘talent,’ I would have succeeded long ago. A single Focus Incense won’t change that.”

Grace Thompson said, “Return it.”

“It’s already bought, can’t be returned. Just think of it as your sister lending it to you first. Once you become a Star Refiner, won’t you easily earn back the money for Focus Incense?”

“Those with ‘talent’ are one in ten thousand. I don’t think I’m that lucky.”

Grace Thompson said decisively, “I should learn to accept my own ordinariness. Sell the Focus Incense—I won’t use it. Alright, that’s it for now.”

With that, he hung up.

Staring at the phone screen as it gradually dimmed, Grace Thompson felt a bit envious.

With an average salary of only a thousand, Focus Incense worth over a hundred thousand—his “sister” could just buy it without a second thought…

How nice.

But as an outsider, he couldn’t accept it.

Yes, an outsider.

He was not the original Grace Thompson, but a young man whose soul came from Blue Star.

On Blue Star, his parents had died young.

Deeply aware of the fragility of life, he had practiced martial arts since childhood to strengthen his body.

Through sweat and blood ten times that of ordinary people, he finally achieved mastery before his body began to decline.

But he came from an ordinary background, had no famous teachers or top-tier inheritance. Though he achieved some success, he also ruined his body. Unless he could form a qi pill and slowly recuperate, he had little time left.

After three years of fruitless searching for a cure, he resolved to form the pill.

The result…

He failed, his consciousness dissipated.

When he opened his eyes again, he was choking on lake water.

He had been reborn into the body of “Grace Thompson,” a junior in college who had jumped into a lake to commit suicide under public pressure for “molesting the goddess Charlotte Foster.”

“No illness or pain, a loving mother, a caring sister, a little sister who looks up to you as a role model—and you jump into a lake because of public opinion? What were you thinking?”

There is no greater matter in life than life and death.