- Global Reincarnation: Only I Know the Plot
- GROIKTP Chapter 472
The Martial Arts Tournament was an annual event. Its primary purpose was to recruit fresh talent for the Martial Artists’ Association, infusing new blood into the system.
While martial artists were forbidden from independently registering with the association, the tournament allowed for new recruits, which seemed contradictory at first glance.
However, this was actually the brilliance of the government’s strategy.
Allowing martial artists to register freely would inevitably lead to corruption, with unworthy individuals bribing their way in. After all, once officially recognized as a martial artist, you received a substantial annual stipend without needing to work, along with numerous other perks that regular people couldn’t access.
Through the Martial Arts Tournament, however, at least the recruited martial artists weren’t complete frauds. Those who emerged victorious from the thousands of competitors nationwide were undoubtedly more legitimate, even if corruption couldn’t be completely ruled out.
By implementing this tournament system, the government could effectively filter out unqualified candidates from the association.
It was clear that the leadership of the Human Alliance greatly valued martial artists, and the need for them was apparent from the way the tournament was held each year.
“If this world truly is from that novel, I understand why the government is so desperate for martial artists…”
“According to the novel’s plot, this world has long been under the gaze of ancient eldritch gods. These gods, as higher-dimensional beings, cannot directly descend upon Earth. Instead, they seek to corrupt and transform the planet into a sacrificial offering for their arrival. Through pollution and influence, they aim to make Earth a part of their own bodies, ultimately descending through a ritualistic sacrifice.”
“The polluted areas are expanding slowly, and besides the pollution itself, the eldritch gods’ minions—referred to by the government as ‘demons’—are arriving via the pollution, invading the human world and accelerating the corruption. In these polluted zones, all electronic devices and modern weapons fail, leaving only martial artists’ abilities unaffected.”
“To combat this demonic invasion, the human government has no choice but to rely on martial artists for now, as there are no other effective measures against the gods’ corruption…”
“That’s why the government is so invested in promoting martial arts and holding these tournaments annually. They need powerful warriors…”
Chen Ye muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
It was August 2020!
Chen Ye remembered that the protagonist of this world was currently at rock bottom, having been fired by his boss and dumped by his girlfriend.
In just a short time, this guy would obtain an overpowered system and begin his meteoric rise to power!
Not only would he engage in a series of face-slapping, revenge-filled exploits, but in the end, he would even defeat the eldritch gods and become the sole deity on Earth, reigning supreme.
“If I go ahead and eliminate the protagonist now, will the events that follow still happen? Could this instance world collapse as a result?”
Thinking about it, Chen Ye couldn’t help but smile mysteriously.
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The next day.
*Knock, knock, knock!*
A series of knocks on the door pulled Chen Ye from his sleep.
“I’m coming!”
He got out of bed to open the door.
Standing outside was a youthful girl, wearing headphones and moving to the rhythm of the music.
Chen Ye was momentarily taken aback by the sight.
Immediately, memories of this girl surfaced in his mind.
Her name was Zhao Fang, the daughter of Uncle Zhao, and the same age as Chen Ye.
The two of them had grown up together as childhood friends.
When Chen Ye’s father was still alive, he and Uncle Zhao had hoped to match the two of them up as a couple.
Unfortunately, before anything could come of it, Chen Ye’s father passed away.
Afterward, Uncle Zhao had wanted to honor the old promise by pushing the relationship forward, but Zhao Fang rejected the idea.
According to her, she had always viewed Chen Ye as an older brother and had no romantic feelings for him.
The previous Chen Ye might have harbored some feelings for Zhao Fang initially, but after being consumed by hatred for his father’s killer and hearing her rejection, he had grown indifferent to the idea.
Uncle Zhao had no choice but to drop the matter since both parties were unwilling.
With that in mind, Chen Ye glanced at Zhao Fang.
She wasn’t exactly stunning, but she had a certain charm with her bright eyes and innocent, cute demeanor.
In the eyes of the average person, she would be considered attractive, but compared to Chen Ye’s official girlfriend, Tang Yuting, she was far less striking.
“Fangfang, what’s going on this early?” Chen Ye asked in the tone of the original host.
Zhao Fang took off her headphones and huffed, “Lazybones, it’s already past nine! Get up and go to school with me!”
“School? For what?”
“Did you forget? Today’s the physical fitness test! Didn’t you sign up for Martial Arts Academy?”
Chen Ye paused for a moment before the memory hit him.
Like his true self, this body had recently graduated from high school, and today was the day of the physical fitness test.
The Martial Arts Academy didn’t care much about academic scores; what mattered was the physical test results.
If you passed the test, you could enroll in the academy, where masters would personally guide you, significantly increasing your chances of becoming a formidable martial artist.
More importantly, the Martial Arts Academy waived all tuition and fees, with the government covering all expenses for the students.
The academy was essentially a breeding ground for the government’s future martial arts prodigies.
This body’s former self had been so desperate to improve that he overtrained and hurt himself, partly because he wanted to score high enough to get into a prestigious martial arts academy.
In martial arts, strength is built gradually.
One’s progress could be gauged by testing their vital energy (qi and blood). The stronger the martial artist, the more powerful their qi and blood—a universally recognized fact.
With Chen Ye’s current physique, his qi and blood were off the charts.
If he participated in the school’s physical test, not only would he easily pass, but he would also break records and shock the world.
But Chen Ye had no time for leisurely learning from masters at the academy.
The system had only given him 100 days to complete his task.
Additionally, Chen Ye didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself.
Thus, he had no plans to attend the physical fitness test today.
He would need to personally inform the school about his decision.
“Give me a moment,” Chen Ye said.
He went back inside, quickly washed up, grabbed his hospital records, and followed Zhao Fang out the door.
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