MTL - Raising a Fox Spirit in My Home - Chapter 13 Let me let go of me.

ZhouXiang didn’t know if God was giving him a second chance to live because he wanted to give him extra loving care or was it because he hasn’t messed with him enough.

Yong'an City Publicity Department:“Once again, we remind all citizens that a Level 4 Demon Nest has appeared outside Yong'an City in recent days. Currently, it is being suppressed by a team led by the President of Huayan Martial Arts University, [Dragon-riding Guanyin·Zheng Yulan].During this period, the municipality urges everyone not to travel at night unless necessary! Life first, safety most important!”The appearance of the Celestial Demon disrupted the world's original progress, with technological innovation no longer leading the mainstream, and Martial Arts exploration taking the global stage.Day Character Punch, Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada... many ancient martial arts have been continuously studied and innovated, evolving into Cultivation Techniques better suited to contemporary people's physiques.Nine Paths of Qi Blood, Eight Great Restrictions, Martial Arts practitioners gather immense power, only the Martial Arts will can suppress Celestial Demons and shatter darkness!Tianshan Mountain Martial Arts Conference, River Gathering, the world's number one Martial Arts tournament! All for the sake of determining the strongest Martial Arts practitioner to lead the world in safeguarding our civilization and homeland.“Here's a piece of good news: our country's [Great Saint Zhao Linyuan] has once again won the top spot in the world's number one Martial Arts tournament! This further cements our country's dominant position in the global Martial Arts development arena.”“Zzzzz...”Meng Chuan turned off the television and, as usual, practiced the [National Obligation Basic Boxing]【National Obligation Basic Boxing: Perfection (99%) Awaiting Limit Breaking】【Limit Breaking Feature: Once Proven, Forever Proven (Super) Awaiting Activation】

This is a time of great powers: The vast Persia, Sparta that was founded by force, Athens with its trade and business, Thebes the rising star, The ambitious Macedonia, The twin heroes of the Western Mediterranean, The rising Rome and so on.

This is an era of brilliant stars: Agesilaus II – the last king of Sparta, Epaminondas – the Rising General of Thebes, Philip II – the founder of Macedonian’s hegemon, Dionysius – the tyrant of Syracuse, Camillus – the Roman dictator and savior…

This is an era of contention among a hundred schools of thought: Plato – the great philosopher, Antisthenes – founder of cynicism, Pythagoras – school of number, Democritus – the encyclopedia scholar, Hippocrates – the father of western medicine, Aristophanes – the great dramatist…

What will the hero bring to the world when he comes to this age as a humble mercenary through rebirth?

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]