Chapter 2: The Extra Little Sister 1
Lu Yuan carefully walked out of the school gate.
After taking three steps, his courage swelled again.
It’s not as exaggerated as Ma Jin said, he thought.
Although this isn’t the familiar world he was reborn into, it’s not some primordial world either. There won’t be some supreme being suddenly descending from the sky and crushing him for no reason, like stepping on an ant.
That cultivator named Ji Yin just now seemed pretty easygoing. A person who could remember his high school homeroom teacher shouldn’t have a bad character.
In this world, surviving shouldn’t be a problem.
First, I should understand this world, then make plans.
Lu Yuan rummaged through his pocket—his phone was still there. Lucky.
He found a bench by the roadside, crushed an ant crawling on it, and sat down heavily. He opened the browser on his phone, thought for a moment, typed in “cultivator,” and hit search.
More than an hour later, Lu Yuan stood up and let out a sigh. He now had a general understanding of this world.
This place was not Earth, but a pocket world called “Shenzhou.” The time was already the year 3187 AD.
In 2039, Earth had been abandoned by humanity due to environmental pollution and climate change.
Led by cultivators, humanity retreated into the Shenzhou pocket world and drifted through the universe for hundreds of years, eventually settling here.
Outside the Shenzhou small world, there was a larger world called the “Tianyu Empire.” Shenzhou was a part of it, and the two maintained frequent official exchanges.
There was no government in Shenzhou. Instead, it was jointly managed by an organization formed by cultivators. The full name of this organization was the “Huaxia Cultivator Joint Council,” abbreviated as “Cultivator Council.”
Cultivators were the ruling class of this world, possessing power, wealth, and social status.
Anyone could become a cultivator—as long as they were admitted to a cultivator university and successfully graduated, they could join the ranks.
All of this was publicly available information online.
Lu Yuan had resolved some of his doubts, but even greater questions followed.
Before his rebirth, it had been the year 2033—not far from 2039. At that time, Earth did indeed face environmental pollution and climate change, but nowhere near the point of abandonment.
Moreover, his world had been a technological one—cultivators simply did not exist! If humanity were to escape Earth, they would surely build spacecraft, not hide in some so-called “pocket world.”
Did this mean he hadn’t been reborn, but had instead transmigrated into the future over a thousand years later?
Absolutely not!
Because his classmates and teachers had not changed. Though his memory was fuzzy, Lu Yuan was certain this was his high school.
Could it be that more than a thousand years in the future, there existed another version of himself, attending the same high school, with the same classmates, even using the same model of phone?
That was… way too absurd!
Endless confusion surrounded Lu Yuan. He tried to keep searching for more information on his phone, but as he dug deeper, a warning kept appearing:
【According to the cultivator confidentiality principle, this information is not disclosed】
The cultivator confidentiality principle? What was that?
What exactly happened in 2039?
When did cultivators first appear?
Besides the Huaxia people, there had been other countries on Earth—where were they now?
And if this wasn’t Earth, what about the sun in the sky?
There wasn’t a single answer to any of these questions online. Every query ended with the same response: cultivator confidentiality principle.
It seemed that only by becoming a cultivator would one be qualified to uncover these answers.
“It’s getting late. I should go home first…”
Lu Yuan muttered to himself as he set off, the sky glowing with the colors of dusk.
As he walked, his steps gradually slowed.
Are my parents still alive?
He didn’t dare think too deeply.
His parents were the greatest pain in Lu Yuan’s heart.
His mother, Xu Yongmei, had died of late-stage lymphoma before his college entrance exam in his previous life.
The blow had deeply affected him, severely impacting his performance in the exam. Despite having decent grades, he ultimately failed to get into any university.
His father, Lu Wenkai, suffered repeated blows and became depressed. One rainy night a year later, he died in a car accident.
From then on, Lu Yuan was alone, tasting all the bitterness of life.
At the entrance of Huating Residential Community.
Lu Yuan looked up at the sky and silently prayed:
Heavens, you’ve given me another life. I, Lu Yuan, ask not for wealth or glory—only that my parents remain healthy and live long lives!
For a reborn person, this goal was small—but to Lu Yuan, it meant everything.
Following the familiar path, he arrived downstairs at his home. They lived on the third floor, and the window was lit.
Seeing the light, he felt a bit relieved. At least someone was home.
He climbed up to the third floor and opened the door with his key.
His father, Lu Wenkai, was sitting at the dining table waiting.
Seeing Lu Yuan, he scolded him:
“You came back too late today!”
Lu Yuan’s throat tightened, and he couldn’t speak. He put down his bag, stepped forward, and hugged his father, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
He remembered that rainy night, arranging his father’s appearance in the morgue.
He had thought it was a permanent farewell—never did he expect to meet again. There was no greater joy in life.
Lu Wenkai didn’t understand his son’s emotions. He was completely confused, thinking Lu Yuan had suffered some great grievance at school.
“Dabao, what happened?”
Dabao was Lu Yuan’s childhood nickname, only used by his parents.
Lu Yuan didn’t answer. He simply wiped his eyes and smiled at his father.
“Bro, what’s wrong with you?”
A girl walked out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of rice, wearing oversized slippers that slapped against the floor with each step.
Lu Yuan’s eyes widened.
Who was this?!
The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen. She wore cartoon pajamas, was petite and sweet-looking, with a short side ponytail tied with a light purple ribbon in front of her ear. Kind of cute.
Seeing that Lu Yuan didn’t respond, she tilted her head and stared at him for a while before placing the rice and chopsticks in front of him.
“I reheated the food. Eat.”
After saying that, she went back to the kitchen, filled a bowl for herself, and sat next to Lu Yuan, eating noisily.
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and then Add to home screen.