Spiritual Awakening: I Became a God by Testing Potions
If crossing worlds comes without a golden finger, but instead as a useless, dying soul with ALS, what would you do? The host is nothing more than a hopeless fool in love. Would you choose suicide? Or suicide again? Zhang Chu now faces this very dilemma. Besides his head, only his right hand can move. This is a world where spiritual energy has revived; exotic beasts besiege the cities, and humanity’s ultimate goal is to become a martial artist. After merging memories, Zhang Chu decides that suicide is the only sensible option. He swallows a cephalosporin pill. “Ding! Detected that the host has taken a cephalosporin pill. Vitality value +0.01!” “Ding! Detected that the host has taken a semi-finished Blood Essence Pill. Vitality value +5!” Poor vitality? ALS leaves you unable to stand? Can’t afford Blood Essence Pills? No matter. If the proper channels won’t let you rise, then take the indirect path: “Hey, I heard your institute needs drug test volunteers. I specialize in taking large doses!” Not long after, the Binzhou Martial Artists Forum exploded: “What? That useless cripple actually became a god before anyone else?”
Spiritual Awakening: I Became a God by Testing Potions
If being reborn didn’t come with a golden finger, but left you as a cripple on the verge of death from ALS, what would you choose—suicide, or suicide again?
Zhang Chu was facing this very dilemma.
Aside from his head, only his right hand could move. His rented room was barely better than a woodshed, the wheelchair beneath him was brand new, and on the table lay a freshly printed proof of withdrawal from university.
There was also a photo of him and his homeroom teacher, Li Feng. Li Feng wore a cheerful grin, and in front of them was the school’s care package: a brand new wheelchair.
“I don’t mind that you’re a simp—who hasn’t chased after a goddess or two? But damn, you’ve got ALS! How am I supposed to do anything in this new life?”
At this moment, Zhang Chu couldn’t even feel the urge to urinate. He relied entirely on adult diapers.
The Nine Provinces Continent was a world where spiritual energy had reawakened. Everyone could awaken their blood energy value and become a warrior. Powerful warriors could settle mountains with a single breath, their status far surpassing that of civil servants—they were the new “iron rice bowl.”
Where there were warriors, there were also exotic beasts. Put simply, on Blue Star, Zhang Chu used to kill chickens for their eggs; here, he might well be the chicken, killed for his eggs.
The rules of this world were simple: become a warrior, and you’ll have wealth, status, and lovers—male or female. Fail, and you’ll languish at the bottom of society, with no hope of rising ever again.
The body
