Super Invincible Upgrade

Chapter 1:

When Zhou Peng woke up, he found that the world had changed. At least his bed had changed. Previously, his bed was a second - hand Simmons mattress that he had slept on for seven years. Although it was a bit shabby, it was still very comfortable to sleep on. It was soft and elastic. Occasionally, when he brought a girl to have some "exercise," it could even make "creak - creak" sounds as accompaniment. But now, he felt that the bottom of his back was cold and hard, and it was extremely uncomfortable to lie on. What puzzled him the most was that the air here was really unbearable. It stank like sleeping in a pigsty. He admitted that his own "doghouse" also had a strange smell, but it was much better than here. When he was about to get up to see where he was sleeping, he found that every part of his body was in extreme pain. He groaned half - heartedly, "Damn it, what's wrong with me?" Suddenly, he noticed something strange. He was actually wearing clothes. You know, he always slept naked. Looking at the color and quality of the clothes, he felt very strange. "Why do they look like ancient costumes?" "What's going on? There's no reason for this." Just as he was lying on the bed thinking, a sound came from the next room, "Humph, hum, hum..." "What sound is that?" "The sound made by a pig?" "Does a pig live next door to me?" "Oh my god, after living here for so many years, I didn't know that my neighbor was a pig..." "A pig? Isn't it the meat - selling girl who often comes home late and goes out early...?" Zhou Peng seemed to be struck by lightning. He lay motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the tiled roof above his head. A few soft rays of sunlight shot through the gaps in the tiles and shone on his face. At this moment, he was dumbfounded. Something that he would never believe had happened. He was a hardcore otaku, indulging in the worlds of games, novels, and anime every day. He would never believe the time - travel plots in novels. He knew that this was just a gimmick in a book. If he could really travel through time, he would be the first to try it because only in this way could he change his life. He hated his current life very much, but he didn't want to face the reality. He made a living by playing games for others every day. Just last night, when he was playing games for others, he encountered a wild BOSS. At that time, he felt very strange because he was very familiar with this game. There should be no BOSS spawning in the wild. At that moment, he didn't want to start the fight immediately. Then something fatal happened. The BOSS actually started to speak. The first sentence it said was, "Don't hit me, don't hit me. I have something to say..." "Something to say? What the hell do you have to say? If I don't hit you, where can I get the equipment?" At that time, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so he didn't show any mercy and beat it hard. The BOSS had no power to resist, and soon its health was almost depleted. "Go to hell." "You'll regret it." The BOSS gave Zhou Peng a resentful look. That look made him suddenly feel a chill. The BOSS didn't drop any items, not even a single experience point. Zhou Peng was extremely disappointed. Just as he was about to leave, a mysterious scroll was left at the place where the BOSS's body disappeared. There were ancient patterns engraved on it, like a seal. Zhou Peng didn't care so much. He immediately opened the scroll. The computer screen suddenly shone brightly, and then he lost consciousness... Zhou Peng struggled to sit up and looked at the shabby room. There was only a shabby table in the room, and there was a dark green liquid in the corner. The stench came from the liquid. There was no doubt that it was a mixture of pig urine and feces. He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, is this a place for people to live?" Just as he finished speaking, a "clang" sound came from the next room, "Young master, are you awake?" The voice was loud, with an incredible excitement. "Yes, I'm awake." Zhou Peng replied unconsciously. His head hurt a bit. He frowned and shouted angrily, "Young master? What the hell kind of young master am I? Can a young master live in such a place?" He had traveled through time for no reason and became a certain useless young master for no reason. Zhou Peng was in a very bad mood at this time. What was not good? His background was not good, his body was not good, his servant was not good. What made him feel the worst was that this guy's brain was not good either. He had been muddled for fifteen years and achieved nothing. He couldn't even get a girl. What else could it be if his brain wasn't wrong? "Boom, boom, boom..." Heavy footsteps came from the next room. "The fat guy is coming." Zhou Peng was annoyed. From the sound of the footsteps, he knew who it was. It was his servant who had been with him for ten years, a fat man weighing 250 catties - Meng Lei. He didn't know who had been serving whom all these years. He was getting thinner and thinner, while the fat man was getting fatter and fatter. However, this fat man still had a bit of conscience. When he was abandoned by the family, the fat man could have not followed him, but he still took the initiative to stay by his side. This made Zhou Peng a bit moved. "Young master, you're finally awake. You scared me to death." Although there were images of the fat man in the remaining memories of this body, when he saw the fat man's strong physique with his own eyes, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked. He couldn't help but wonder what he had been eating to grow up like this. With a height of two meters and thick limbs, his appearance of being intimidating without being angry had a strong visual impact. He had a tall and strong body, but his strength was only at the third level of a martial artist. He was useless except for having a bit of strength. A cultivation level of the third level of a martial artist was like a waste in this world. Of course, he was much better than Zhou Peng. The cultivation level of Zhou Peng's current body was only at the first level of a martial artist, not even as good as a seven - year - old child. It was no wonder that he was in such a mess without strength. He was bullied so badly. The weak were always bullied. Since he was a child, he had only been bullied because he was weak. "God, why did I have to possess such a useless body? It's better to go back and be my otaku." Zhou Peng was secretly complaining in his heart. Without father or mother, without a master, without a backer, the Zhou family had raised him for fifteen years, which was already the best they could do. Now, he was just like an ant, living in the Furong Restaurant as a small handyman. Even so, he was bullied every day and was covered with injuries. Just the day before yesterday, Zhou Kun, the "little bully" of the Zhou family, beat him severely because he didn't clean the table well. He didn't stop until he knocked him out. This also gave Zhou Peng the opportunity to travel through time. Meng Lei stood by the bed and saw that he had been silent, just standing there like a fool. He muttered, "He's not been beaten stupid, has he?" "You're the stupid one." Zhou Peng was in an extremely bad mood. Complaining about God was useless. He still had to face the reality. How could his weak body survive in this world where the strong were respected? This was really a headache, but he had to face it. From the memories in his brain, he learned that the owner of this body was also named Zhou Peng. He was a concubine's son of the Zhou family, the third largest family in Qinghe City. Because his parents died when he was young, he was not valued in the family. At the age of ten, he had a strange disease, which resulted in the damage of his Dantian and made it impossible for him to condense气功 (qigong). Then he was forgotten by the family. He was driven out of the house last month. The rough life had made him cowardly and inferior. That was why he never fought back when he was bullied. When his left cheek was slapped, he would offer his right cheek. But Zhou Peng had to admire his perseverance. With a damaged Dantian, cultivation was like a death sentence. He could never practice (qigong) in his life. But he had never stopped practicing for five years. Every night, he went to the back mountain alone to practice hard. But no matter how hard he tried, his cultivation level could never break through the second level of a martial artist. His tragic life had ended, and Zhou Peng's life had just begun. How could he become stronger or a little bit richer? Martial arts cultivation was impossible. Zhou Peng didn't quite understand what a damaged Dantian meant. But from the memory that he had practiced day and night for five years but still made no progress, he knew that there was no hope in cultivation. "God, I'm a time - traveler after all. Please give me some benefits." After thinking hard for a while, Zhou Peng still couldn't find a shortcut to get rich. He was just an otaku. He didn't know anything about business or making money at all. If there were online games here, he might be able to live a good life soon. Zhou Peng had a special preference for games. He was a genius in killing monsters, upgrading, doing tasks, and running dungeons. Even some professional players couldn't compare with him. But in this world, people didn't even know what a computer was, let alone online games. "Oh, you're awake?" Zhang Dafu, the shopkeeper of the Furong Restaurant, stepped into the room and was a little shocked to see Zhou Peng sitting on the edge of the bed. He thought to himself, "He didn't die after being beaten like that. This bastard is really tough." "Yes!" Zhou Peng looked up and glanced at Zhang Dafu and replied. "Since you're awake, are you just sitting here? Since you're awake, why don't you go to work for me, damn it? You have the nerve to say that you're awake." Zhang Dafu roared at Zhou Peng, spitting saliva on his face. Zhang Dafu was an outer disciple of the Zhou family. Because his cultivation couldn't be improved, he finally managed the family business of the Zhou family. This Furong Restaurant was what he was managing. Zhou Peng looked at Zhang Dafu in disbelief. How could such a loud voice not break his throat? "Shopkeeper, my young master has just woken up and his body has not fully recovered. I'll do all the work by myself." Meng Lei said honestly. Looking at Zhang Dafu, he showed a little bit of fear. Zhang Dafu looked at Zhou Peng with disdain and said coldly, "Still a young master? How could the Zhou family have such a useless person like you? In my opinion, you should be thrown directly into the Kunlun Mountains to feed the monsters, so as not to disgrace our Zhou family everywhere." The Kunlun Mountains was one of the ten most dangerous places on the Tianyuan Continent. It was extremely dangerous inside, with monsters running wild. Ordinary people didn't dare to approach it at all. Even top experts didn't dare to go deep into it rashly. There was a rumor that there were monsters that could transform into human shapes in the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, and their strength was extremely terrifying. The mountains were eighty miles north of Qinghe City. The ancestors of the Zhou family opened a small path to enter the mountains. This small path became the only way for countless adventurers. Because of this small path, the Zhou family had the strength to develop into the third largest family in Qinghe City. The Kunlun Mountains was a dangerous place, but also a treasure land. The rare herbs, monster crystal nuclei inside were all things that martial arts cultivators dreamed of. Therefore, it attracted countless adventurers. But more people went in than came out. Almost no one came back. With a cultivation level of the first level of a martial artist, Zhou Peng would only have a dead end if he was really thrown into the Kunlun Mountains. "Shopkeeper, you..." Meng Lei's face changed slightly and he was exasperated. He knew Zhou Peng best over the years, and he was willing to follow him. Although it was hard, he had no regrets. "What about me? You eat and wear what I provide. Now that you're recovered from your illness, go to work for me, or get out of the Furong Restaurant. The Zhou family doesn't raise useless people." Zhang Dafu emphasized the word "useless" very much. He just couldn't stand Zhou Peng. Since he came to the Furong Restaurant, there had been constant troubles. Because of him, his business this month had been much worse. When he saw Zhou Peng's cowardly appearance, he couldn't help but get angry. "Okay, I'll go to work." Zhou Peng tried hard to stand up and walked out of the room with his head down. "Look at your useless appearance. You're really a disgrace. I really don't know what's the point of you living." Zhang Dafu casually spat out a thick phlegm and said coldly. Meng Lei beside him clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and was full of anger...