I Added Everything to Strength

Chapter 3: Reborn

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“You’re still mentioning that incident… Despite no one believing you…”

He Mu lowered his head and let out an odd groan from his throat, seemingly chuckling and crying at the same time.

He knew very clearly whether his big brother’s vision was blurred or not back then.

This matter also had to be traced back to when he was just born, when he heard a strange voice in the dark.

…

“Transmigrator, in view of your special identity and in addition to inheriting the attributes of your previous life, you will be given an additional 20 attribute points. Each attribute point allows you to greatly enhance a certain talent. Which talent do you want to advance?”

At that moment, it went without saying that he was overjoyed when he learned that he had transmigrated and was able to live another life.

After all, a transmigrator was to be the protagonist. In addition to original attributes, he could even enhance them using attribute points. How wonderful.

But he wasn’t a fool either and didn’t make a hasty decision. On the other hand, he asked: “What kind of world is that?”

“A parallel world to Earth; a world where strength is paramount.”

“Strength is paramount? Then what else is there to choose? Strength! Add it all to my strength. If I add a little wisdom, it is a distrust of my intelligence and an insult to my character!”

Thereafter, he started a new life.

However, it wasn’t quite the same wildness and coolness he had imagined.

But if one were to ask him if he regretted his decision?

He would say no.

Despite the fact that something bad happened to his mother less than a year after she experienced the assassination.

If he were given another chance to start all over again, he would still attack the killer.

In his previous life, he was an orphan and wasn’t fortunate enough to bask in his mother’s love.

And that woman let him witness the glory of motherhood, especially at birth. He could never forget her gentle gaze.

If he didn’t do his utmost back then, he would regret it forever.

…

Carefully putting the letter back into the envelope, He Mu once again looked at the leather box.

The logo of the dragon on the leather box represented the Dragonheart Genetics Corporation.

So there was no surprise that the drug inside was worth 15 million apiece.

He gently opened the leather box and looked. There was indeed a tightly-packaged syringe of red drug inside.

Big Brother died in a strange way… And I’ve gotten my hands on this drug…

Is it safe?

A trace of hesitation flashed in He Mu’s eyes. However, he quickly dismissed the doubts.

He wasn’t afraid of death nowadays. Rather than struggling for survival, he felt that it was better for him to take the risk. Not to mention, it also wasn’t worthwhile for anybody to hurt him in his current state.

At this thought, He Mu didn’t hesitate any longer. After packing up his big brother’s other belongings, he retrieved the red drug from the leather box and carefully read the instructions on its package.

A few moments later, he opened the package and took out the red syringe. According to the instructions, he should stick it into a certain position on his abdomen.

As he injected the syringe into his body, an incomparably hot stream of heat rushed into his abdomen and flowed through the blood vessels in his limbs.

When He Mu pulled out the syringe, the burning heat had already turned sizzling hot, as if a blazing flame was burning his body from the inside-out.

Feeling the sharp pain, He Mu’s mind became unusually clear for some reason.

After an unknown period of time, as sweat dripped down the floor, He Mu let out a long breath.

A long lost sense of harmony spread throughout his body.

Slowly standing up and extending his right arm to shake it nimbly, He Mu’s eyes were filled with a look of relief.

This drug not only worked, but its effect was also extremely amazing.

After sitting idly for 18 years and suddenly regaining the ability to move, his heart raced like a great river. He couldn’t calm down at all.

But as soon as he remembered that no one in this world could share this joy with him, the feeling of being reborn vanished in an instant.

“From now on, I’ll be a good man.”

Looking at the sweat on the ground, He Mu muttered to himself. Then, he subconsciously took off his soaked shirt and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Rip!

In a loud ripping sound, he accidentally tore his shirt apart.

…

When everything was taken care of at home, an hour had already passed.

At that moment, He Mu changed into a brand new set of short white sleeves and tidied his messy hair.

After sitting gently on the sofa, He Mu stretched out his right arm again and tried to clench his fist. He kept increasing his strength.

When he used about half of his strength, he began to feel a strong sense of pain.

“If I grip any harder, my fingers won’t be able to withstand it.”

He Mu squinted. His mind attempted to deduce his limits.

Ordinarily, it was absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to clench one’s fist hard enough to break fingers.

The process of improving strength required a lot of exercise, and the process of exercise would also increase physical strength.

But He Mu was clearly beyond the realm of ordinary people. At that moment, a terrifying power was hidden inside his body, and it didn’t match with the strength of his body.

It was like a weightlifter owning a teenage girl’s delicate hands.

Nevertheless, He Mu continued to clench his fist, each time to the limit of what he could bear.

After about a quarter of an hour, a wisp of red mist appeared in his palm and merged into his body.

“So this is the red mist…”

He Mu’s eyes wandered.

Red mist was the root of this world’s transcendent power, originating from a great change in heaven and earth decades ago.

Explaining it in scientific terms, it was like a type of biofuel that contained extremely high energy, like sugar, protein, and fat.

It was said that the amount of power produced by the release of one gram of red mist exceeded a kilogram of fat.

In order for ordinary people to gain the ability to absorb the red mist, one had to let one’s body remain in some kind of limit state for a long time.

And less than one in a hundred could truly achieve that.

In other words, in today’s world, not a single extraordinary Red Mist Fighter could be born among a hundred people.

“A quarter of an hour, and I became that one percent.”

He Mu whispered to himself. He kept clenching his fist, attempting to absorb the red mist, but also didn’t expect to succeed in just a quarter of an hour.

One should know that back then, his big brother had gone to the hospital several times before he eventually succeeded in becoming a Red Mist Fighter.

The next step to absorb more red mist and become stronger was very simple.

He just had to expend more and more red mist.

When the red mist was expended and released from the body, it produced a substance called “Strengthening Peptide”.

The Strengthening Peptide could reinforce the human body and improve the density of bones and muscles.

The strengthened body, in turn, could absorb more red mist.

And so the cycle repeated. The Red Mist Fighter’s body became increasingly tougher and could absorb more red mist.

This process was called cultivation.

It was worth mentioning that the Strengthening Peptide had the characteristic of recognizing an owner. According to scientific research, Strengthening Peptides were like a fingerprint for different Red Mist Fighters. Although they were generally similar, there were always differences.

In other words, Strengthening Peptide extracted from one’s body and injected into another person’s body wouldn’t have any effect.

Therefore, it was difficult to take shortcuts in cultivation.

With cultivation, there would always be the strong and weak.

The same was true for Red Mist Fighters—except that it was very easy to differentiate the strong and weak.

There was only one indicator, and that was combat power.

One unit of combat power represented 100 kilograms of strength.

The concept of combat power was widely known, be it to a kindergarten student who would trip and fall while walking or forgetful seniors—all of them knew this concept.

His big brother, He Feng, was a Red Mist Fighter with 1000 combat power. The density and strength of his flesh had surpassed any metal alloy on this planet.

Steel alloys to him were just like plastic cardboard to ordinary people.

With a body like this, in addition to extraordinary strength and some unconventional weapons, one simply couldn’t shake him.

If it weren’t for such a strong body, he couldn’t possibly handle hundreds of tons of terrifyingly huge force.

As for the Red Mist Fighters with more than 1000 combat power, they were rare among the ordinary people.

He Mu had heard from his big brother that in addition to combat power, Red Mist Fighters were also divided into realms. As for how they were divided exactly, be it on the internet or in reality, almost no one mentioned it.

“My current combat power is about… 5? If I had this combat power in my previous life, I would have been at least like the first-rate heroes of Xiang Yu1 and Lu Bu2.

He Mu clenched his fist again and estimated in his mind.

To be honest, it was considered decent for an ordinary person to possess a combat power of 1, and reaching 5 was almost impossible.

Like He Mu, who had been paralyzed for 18 years and had a combat power of 5 after just recovering—it was even more of a pipe dream.

Born with great strength meant that he had the ability to quickly expend large amounts of red mist. It also meant that his speed of cultivation would be faster.

This was the so-called cultivation talent.