At night, in a residential area of a certain city, there was a brightly lit house that was more than 100 square meters. Through the glass window, one could see the layout of the interior. The simple furniture was placed, the floor was clean and dust-free, and the walls were not decorated. From the layout of the room, which was more than 100 square meters, one could see the simple attitude of the owner of the house.
"Creak…"
At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a 1.78-meter-tall young man with a buzz cut walked out. He was in his twenties, and his facial features were regular. He had a mature and prudent expression on his face. She walked to the balcony in her slippers and held a notebook in her right hand. She looked up at the moon above the treetops in a daze…
"Am I a loser?"
A soft murmur with a sigh sounded, as if it was asking the moon in the sky, shining the answer from the bottom of its heart. The silver moonlight shone down, wanting to give him an answer, but it was drowned out by the lights in the room. The only answer he could give was his own heart.
"Maybe, someone who gives up halfway.”
This person was called Zimu, an orphan. He didn't know who his parents were and was adopted by the orphanage's director. Because he didn't know his surname, he split the hospital director's surname into two. This way, he was someone with a name.
Children who lived in the era of Jacky Chan and Sammo hung had a dream of martial arts, and Zimu was no exception. Zi Mu, who wanted to grab his luggage and rush to Shaolin, was very nervous. Dean Li would definitely not agree to Zi Mu going to Shaolin to learn martial arts. Not to mention that the crime was not something that anyone could bear, and Zi Mu was only six years old. How could Director Li, who was already in his sixties, agree to take care of Zimu like a grandson?
Just like that, the six-year-old Zi Mu could only stay in the orphanage and spend his childhood.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Zi Mu, who was already nine years old, looked like he was eleven or twelve years old. Although he couldn't go to Shaolin, he could train on his own. Three years of self-exploration and training had allowed Zimu to develop very quickly. He couldn't keep up with his nutrition, but he could eat his fill. Thus, his height had also improved.
Heh, the price of growth was…
Grandpa Li, wake up…Don't leave me alone…Waah…"
Time had given Zi Mu a sneak attack. Three years had caused the old dean to pass away, leaving behind the young Zi Mu and a bunch of snotty little kids.
"Wa…"
On this day, Zi Mu cried himself hoarse and sorrowful. It was as if he wanted to suck out all the sorrow, heartache, and gratitude he had for the dean. Because he knew that he would be the only one who would walk the path in the future. Was she adopted? Hehe, it was enough to have a grandfather in this life. Parents? Zi Mu was very conflicted. The fact that he was abandoned was an eternal pain in his heart.
The next day, Zi Mu attended the director's funeral. It was a very simple funeral organized by some grateful people who had left the orphanage. They came to send their beloved director off. After a busy day, someone found Zimu at night and said that they were willing to adopt him, giving him a relatively stable environment to slowly grow up and learn until he became an adult.
"Thank you. I have my own path to take. I'm sorry!"
Finally, after three years, Zi Mu still set foot on the road to Shaolin.
On the way, Zi Mu used his nine-year-old age, the appearance of an eleven or twelve-year-old, and the temperament of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old to support himself. After nearly three months of difficult travel, he arrived in front of Shaolin Temple.
The hardships in the middle were not worth mentioning to outsiders!
"Shaolin Temple."
Looking at the signboard that often appeared in movies and television shows, Zi Mu was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. It was the holy land in his heart. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. Zi Mu was about to begin his ten years of studying in Shaolin.
After asking around, Zi Mu found the relevant personnel of the Shaolin Temple and bowed deeply. Zi Mu said to a middle-aged monk who was the manager. "I'm an orphan. I want to be a Shaolin disciple. He could do all kinds of heavy and tiring work as long as he could come into contact with kung fu.”
“……”
The monk was speechless as he decided on his arduous life of learning. Learning was harder than Zi Mu had imagined, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Ten years of learning quietly passed by…
The nineteen-year-old Zi Mu was even calmer, and his eyes occasionally shone with a bright light. His determined face, coupled with his grey-white martial monk training clothes and the long staff in his hand, really had the demeanor of a chivalrous man. If it wasn't for his youthful appearance, people would believe that he was in his thirties.
"Brothers of Shaolin Temple, Master, Fat Chef…Take care!”
Walking down the mountain behind Shaolin Temple, Wood didn't turn back. It wasn't that he was heartless, but that he was reluctant to part. He was afraid that if he couldn't help but turn back, he would return to Shaolin Temple. He could only silently say 'take care' for his fellow disciples and masters whom he had known for the past ten years. He was going to start the life he yearned for!
Returning to the secular world, Zi Mu looked at the bustling streets with cars and colorful signboards. He suddenly felt that he was out of place in the world. The world was changing. Had he been isolated from the world for too long?
"Huh? It had only been two years since the last time he left the mountain. Wasn't this change too great?”
Touching the hair on his head, Zi Mu was surprised. He couldn't even maintain the calm attitude that he had trained for ten years in Shaolin Temple. Compared to Shaolin Temple, which had remained unchanged for ten years, the development of the secular world was as great as heaven and hell.
"Phew…I'm going to find a film company. I want to make a movie. Martial arts!"
After being stunned in the sea of people for a full five minutes, Zi Mu finally adjusted his state of mind. He let out a heavy breath and began to ask the pedestrians on the roadside. His dream was about to start.
Hehe, the simple-minded Zi Mu was destined to hit a wall!
" He's from the Shaolin Temple. He's a newbie, so let's play a small role first…"
"Oh, he knows kung fu. Let's be a substitute first…"
"You've practiced hard body skills? Let's do martial arts…"
……
Four years later…
"Shaolin? Give me a supporting role…"
"Zimu? It sounds familiar. Give me two scenes…"
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Without good interpersonal relationships, outstanding handsome looks, and a strong background, it was difficult to survive in the entertainment industry. After ten years of development, the film industry was full of all kinds of movies, making the public feel tired. Nowadays, even the works of some big stars might not necessarily sold well. It could be seen how fierce the competition was. So who would use Zi Mu, a newcomer who only knew martial arts and was not good at acting? Therefore, Zi Mu started off as a minor character in martial arts. He took out the tenacity he had when he practiced martial arts and continued to struggle. He could also become familiar with them, but was that what Zi Mu wanted?
Four years. Zimu had been in the entertainment industry for four years. This was the four years of a warm face meeting a cold buttocks. His wishes turned from hope to disappointment, and then to despair!
"The ten years of Shaolin life have allowed me to stay away from scheming and fighting. I have maintained a pure heart and learned to look at life calmly, but I don't want to be excluded by life. It's useless to act as an extra. I'm not suitable for this industry. There are too many twists and turns. Find a stable job and marry a virtuous wife. That's all for the rest of your life.”
Zi Mu retired from the entertainment industry. After that, he found a job in a gym with the beautiful muscles he had trained in Shaolin. He began a regular nine-to-five life, which gave rise to his self-evaluation as a " loser." It was during this life that Zimu came into contact with anime and watched One Piece. From then on, he became a loyal " sea fan."
"Rustle…"
Leaning against the balcony railing, Zi Mu slowly flipped through the notebook in his right hand. The factor wood was silent, and the voice-activated light in the room had been extinguished. With the help of the moonlight, the contents of the notebook could be seen clearly.
It was a fruit-like image, like a banana or pineapple. If you had watched One Piece, you would definitely recognize it. It was the image of a devil's fruit.
"Sigh…after the Battle of the Top, it's just some reminiscing scenes. There's no new Devil Fruit.”Zi Mu's slightly disappointed tone was heard.
Watching One Piece and collecting information about the Devil's Fruit and recording it down had become one of Zimu's hobbies. Although this notebook was not thick, it recorded all the information about the Devil Fruit that had appeared until now. Zi Mu had collected it bit by bit.
"Pa…"
After flipping through it for a while, Zi Mu suddenly closed the notebook. At this moment, the cover of the notebook could be seen clearly: Demon Fruit Record!
"Perhaps…the world of pirates is where I want to live. Hard work could change fate. If he was lucky enough to obtain a Demon Fruit, he would definitely have a place among the strong. That wonderful life, if…"
call
The cold night wind blew, carrying away Zi Mu's murmurs. Zi Mu, who was in the 'Soul Travel Pirate World', didn't notice the light that suddenly appeared in the sky.
Fate was always unpredictable! It would appear out of nowhere and change the course of your life.
嗞嗞……
In the horizon, a bolt of purple lightning approached from afar and instantly descended outside Zi Mu's balcony. The crackling sound of thunder and lightning woke Zi Mu up from his daze and even lit up the 'off work' light.
“……”
The lightning was too fast, and Zi Mu was struck mercilessly by the lightning the moment his eyes revealed a shocked expression. Zi Mu didn't have time to scream, let alone resist. In just an instant, Zi Mu's body was wrapped in lightning and without a trace of pain, he was turned into dust and scattered in the air.
嗞嗞……
This was murder. The lightning that came from beyond the heavens was actually only aimed at Zi Mu. It instantly obliterated the carrier of his existence in the world-his body. Then, he turned around and returned the way he came. The strange thing was that it did not hurt the surrounding bricks and tiles.
Zi Mu's soul was taken away by the purple lightning, heading towards an unknown destination.
At the same time, the notebook disappeared: Demon Fruit Record!
At the same time, two equally incomprehensible things happened in different cities.
In a certain city, a twenty-year-old knife lover who looked like a university student with a fox-like smile was playing with a pocket-sized tachi. Suddenly, the pocket-sized saber flew into the air and stabbed toward the young man's forehead.
Puff...
The pocket-sized blade completely pierced into the center of the young man's brows, and then a second person who had encountered the same thing as Zi Mu appeared.
In a certain city, a sloppy 20-year-old otaku was also fiddling with something. It was a ring with a triangle inside. The otaku, who had observed it many times but to no avail, seemed to be angry. He held the ring in his hand and tried to crush it, but who would have thought that his palm would be pierced and blood would flow out and stain the ring. Then…he became the third person.
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