Squelch—!

The chilling sound of a spear piercing flesh echoed with a harrowing scream, exploding across the smoke-filled battlefield.

Li Xuancang suddenly opened his eyes, intense pain spreading from his shoulder throughout his body, the metallic scent of blood overwhelming his senses.

"Where is this?"

He looked around, seeing two groups of people engaged in brutal combat with cold weapons, resembling a scene from a movie.

"Ah!"

Before he could comprehend further, a wave of excruciating pain struck him, as if his soul was being forcibly torn apart and filled with unfamiliar memories, causing his head to throb violently.

Moments later, the pain gradually subsided, and he gained a new set of memories, as if he had lived two completely different lives in parallel worlds, both of which felt like his own experiences.

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He looked down at himself, wearing a tattered, blood-stained coarse military uniform.

A deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder bled profusely.

"Damn it! The barbarians are charging, hold the line!"

"I don't want to die, someone save me!"

"Kill! Fight these barbarians to the death!"

"..."

Li Xuancang, having merged with the memories, instantly understood the current situation.

This was the Tianhuang Continent, a chaotic world plagued by demons and monsters, with countless races vying for power.

The Human Race was strong, but surrounded by numerous formidable enemies, their territories constantly being encroached upon, barbarians at the borders, demons devouring people, and the common folk treated like grass.

He was in the Great Yan Dynasty, where border wars were unending, taxes were heavy, and labor was harsh.

The original owner was a simple farmer's son from Green Creek Village, with a family of ordinary people.

Two years ago, unable to pay taxes, he was forcibly conscripted for military service at the lakeside post.

Separated from his hometown for two years, thousands of miles away, the journey was perilous.

At home were his elderly and frail parents, a married elder sister, and a still-young little sister.

In this world overrun by demons and oppressive officials, an ordinary farming family was constantly teetering on the edge of life and death.

The original owner hoped day and night to survive the military service, return home alive, and protect his family.

But the brutal border warfare eventually shattered this humble hope.

Today's great battle erupted, leaving him gravely injured and on the brink of death, ultimately allowing Li Xuancang from Blue Star to take over this broken body.

"Why did I end up in this chaotic world of demons? And as a mere border cannon fodder with no guarantee of survival..."

Li Xuancang's heart turned cold, despair enveloping him instantly.

With no cultivation, no backing, and severely injured.

In this sea of corpses and blood, in his current state, he wouldn't last longer than a stick of incense.

"Hahaha, kill them all."

In the distance, barbarian soldiers with bloodthirsty eyes advanced step by step, the shadow of death tightly gripping him.

Was he destined to die on the battlefield just after arriving?

Li Xuancang was unwilling, yet had no means to change his fate.

[Ding! Host's life is in critical condition, meeting binding conditions, Daily Amplification activated]

[Unique Effect: Daily permanent 1% strength amplification, no limit, no cooldown, no side effects!]

A cold mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

Li Xuancang's pupils contracted, a brilliant light igniting in his once-dead heart.

A daily permanent 1% strength amplification, endless, limitless.

With the passage of time, this power would become unimaginably terrifying.

Survive, and he could become infinitely stronger.

In an instant, Li Xuancang had only one thought: to live. As long as he lived, he could have everything.

He wasn't just living for himself.

In the distant village, there were his closest family members in this body.

His weak and ordinary parents, his gentle and resilient elder sister, his young and helpless little sister.

In this ruthless world, overrun by demons, with officials and powerful figures oppressing the common people at will.

If he died here, the farming family, losing its only male member, would only head towards destruction amidst heavy taxes, demon disasters, and hunger.

"I must live."

"I must become stronger."

"I must climb up, obtain a military rank, wield special privileges, and protect my family."

"..."

Li Xuancang clenched his blood-stained fist, his gaze unwavering.

A barbarian soldier had already charged close, his curved blade gleaming with a cold light, slashing straight for Li Xuancang's head.

"Die, you Great Yan scum!"

The barbarian soldier grinned viciously, his face full of ferocity, the curved blade slicing down with force.

Li Xuancang gritted his teeth against the searing pain in his shoulder, survival instincts pushing his body to its limits, desperately dodging to the side.

Barely avoiding the fatal strike, the curved blade grazed his neck, leaving a shallow cut.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Li Xuancang dodge his lethal blow, the barbarian showed surprise, stepping closer to strike again.

"Boom!"

At that moment, a gentle warmth surged through Li Xuancang's entire body.

His aching muscles regained strength, his weakened physique revitalized, and a subtle yet real power amplification descended upon him.

Though only 1%, it was insignificant, yet in this desperate situation, it was crucial.

Li Xuancang's eyes sharpened, tightly gripping the broken iron spear in his hand, channeling all his strength.

The original owner was a farmer's son, accustomed to labor, with a decent physique.

Over the past two years, he had also received some battle formation training, possessing considerable strength.

"Thud!"

A spear thrust out, instantly wounding the opponent's arm.

"Ah!"

The barbarian cried out in pain, his eyes turning red, his ferocity unleashed, swinging the curved blade fiercely at Li Xuancang.

"All or nothing!"

In the face of life and death, Li Xuancang had no choice to evade, his body wouldn't allow it.

Betting everything, he poured all his strength into the spear, aiming at the frenzied barbarian's chest, thrusting it out.

"Thud!"

An inch longer, an inch stronger, in a moment of life and death, the spear pierced through the barbarian's chest.

"Ah!"

Li Xuancang roared with fury, surpassing his physical limits, twisting his wrist, the iron spear stirring the wound, taking advantage of the enemy's momentary stiffness from pain, stepping forward.

The last of his strength erupted, the spear penetrating the barbarian's heart.

"Ah!"

The barbarian let out a final scream, blood gushing, the curved blade falling to the ground, his body stiffening.

"Bang!"

The barbarian's eyes widened, collapsing with a thud, lifeless.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Having slain the enemy, Li Xuancang lay on the ground, gasping for breath, too exhausted to even move a finger.

Looking at the corpse beside him, he felt no fear of killing, only relief at surviving.

"Kill!"

At that moment, the sounds of battle echoed across the battlefield, Li Xuancang's heart sinking to the bottom.

He had no strength left, at the mercy of others, any barbarian could end his life.

Despite his unwillingness, Li Xuancang was powerless to change his fate, only able to await death.

"They're here, our reinforcements are here."

Just as Li Xuancang was in utter despair, waiting for death, a thunderous cheer erupted from the Great Yan Dynasty, as a force of hundreds charged in from the rear.