Certainly! Here's your refined Chapter 2 wi
Shen Yue took a deep breath and slowly sat up on the wooden bed. His body still ached, but the sharp pain had faded into a dull throb. The wooden bed creaked beneath him as he adjusted his posture. His body felt weak, but manageable—his recovery was progressing.
"Let's try again," he muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes and focused.
System, open.
Almost instantly, a golden interface appeared in front of his eyes. This time, there was no delay. The panel shimmered silently, more vivid than before. He blinked, slightly surprised.
"So it really wasn't a dream... it's all real," he whispered to himself, the shock still lingering in his voice.
His eyes scanned the information carefully.
Name: Shen Yue
Age: 14
Physique: High-level Iron-Copper Molting Physique
Bloodline: Mid-level Flame Scorpion Bloodline
Cultivation: Uninitiated
Skills: None
Spiritual Root: Low-level Fire Spiritual Root (Mixed) (0%)
Talent: Extraction
Mid-level Sword Talent (0%)
Low-level Archery Talent (0%)
Low-level Spear Talent (0%)
Mid-level Comprehension (0%)
Unique Traits: Clones: 0 (Locked)
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 8
Wisdom: 2
Spirit: 0.9
He stared at the screen, absorbing every word.
"So these are the talents I extracted back on the battlefield," he murmured. His voice was filled with both awe and cautious excitement. A high-level physique, a rare beast bloodline, elemental affinity, and even multiple combat talents—he had started with nothing, and now he was already several steps ahead of ordinary people.
"But... everything is still locked at zero percent."
He frowned slightly. Though it all sounded impressive, none of it was truly usable yet. He had the blueprint of a genius, but the body of a patient still healing. The clone system was especially puzzling. It remained locked. He could only guess why.
"Probably tied to cultivation," he thought. "Until I start truly cultivating, I won't be able to use clones."
He decided to ask anyway.
"System, can you hear me?"
No response.
The interface stayed still, glowing quietly.
So it wasn't going to talk unless something serious happened. Maybe only during emergencies or system-triggered events.
His eyes wandered back to the stats.
"Wait…"
He narrowed his eyes.
"My Spirit stat… wasn't it 0.8 before?"
Now it was 0.9.
That was a clear change. He focused on the stat, and a new message appeared.
Due to the host's soul being replaced, there is a minor change in the spirit attribute.
He nodded slowly. That made sense. His soul came from another world—maybe it was stronger than the original Shen Yue's.
Feeling curious, he decided to explore the details of his body's new abilities. He mentally focused on the Iron-Copper Molting Physique.
Instantly, the description appeared.
Iron-Copper Molting Physique: A high-grade physique, three times more durable and absorbent than a normal mortal body. Greatly enhances body cultivation speed and toughness.
His eyes lit up.
"So if I follow the path of body cultivation, I'll advance much faster than most."
That was an edge he couldn't ignore. In a world where strength was everything, this kind of physique could be the foundation for survival.
He moved his attention to the Flame Scorpion Bloodline.
Flame Scorpion Bloodline: A mid-tier beast bloodline. Provides slight affinity to fire and poison elements. Inherited from the Flame Scorpion clan.
It didn't sound overpowering, but the dual affinity might open up special techniques or resistances later. His thoughts turned toward cultivation manuals. Would the bloodline help him absorb certain arts faster?
He considered his spiritual root next.
Low-Level Fire Spiritual Root (Mixed): Slight affinity to fire-based cultivation techniques. Mixed grade reduces maximum potential.
He sighed.
"A mixed root… That's going to hold me back eventually."
Still, it was better than having no root at all.
Then his eyes fell on the talents.
Mid-level Sword Talent. Low-level Spear and Archery Talents. Mid-level Comprehension.
He smirked faintly.
"These are more than enough to survive... if I use them wisely."
The Mid-level Comprehension especially caught his interest.
"If I start training, I should pick up skills quickly—even better if I get access to manuals soon."
But all these stats, talents, and roots... they were just numbers for now. The real test would come when he began applying them.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Light, soft—almost familiar.
He turned his head slowly.
"Come in," he said, his voice low but stable.
The door creaked open. The same servant girl from the morning entered. In her hands was a tray of food—a simple meal of two hard buns and a thin strip of meat, barely the size of a finger.
She moved carefully, almost afraid to disturb the stillness of the room. Her eyes avoided his, and her steps were cautious.
She placed the tray down on the small table beside the bed and turned to leave.
"Excuse me," Shen Yue called out.
She paused, looking over her shoulder.
"Yes?"
"This meal… it seems too little. Can I get more food?"
The girl blinked. Her eyes scanned him—still pale and frail, but alert. His sharp gaze held a strength that didn't match his weakened body. She hesitated.
"It's not forbidden… but food is scarce. To get extra meals, you need to spend contribution points."
"As I thought," he muttered.
"How many points per extra meal?" he asked.
"One contribution point per portion. That tray is one portion," she answered.
He nodded slowly.
Two extra meals a day… two points daily. Sixty a month. That was manageable.
"I'll take two extra meals per day. Morning and night. Please inform your supervisor."
She stared at him, surprised. Few people spent their points on food. Most saved them for promotions, favors, or hard currency.
Still, she gave a respectful nod. "I'll pass your request along. For now, please eat. I'll bring your extra portion shortly."
As she left, Shen Yue picked up one of the buns and began eating slowly. The bread was dry and stiff, but he didn't care. His mind was already spinning with thoughts.
According to the memories of the original Shen Yue, he had saved a full 100 contribution points—refusing to spend a single one. His plan had been to exchange them for coin after military service to support his mother and sister.
Now, that responsibility had passed to him.
He looked toward the ceiling and clenched his fist under the table.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of your family. I promise."
That night, he slept deeply for the first time since waking in this world.
The next morning, another knock stirred him. It was the same servant girl.
"The supervisor agreed," she said. "You'll receive an extra meal in the morning and one at night. You can pay the contribution points later."
"Thank you," Shen Yue said calmly.
She placed another tray down—an extra portion, small but significant.
After she left, he opened the system panel again, just to check. The data remained the same.
Nothing had changed… yet.
But deep down, he could feel it—everything was beginning to shift. He had entered this world at its lowest point. Weak, dying, forgotten.
But now?
Now he had a chance.
And he would use it to rise.