Chapter One: Without Ruthlessness, One Cannot Stand Firm

The heat of the farming season had become intense; after enduring the entire day, only the evening brought a slight sense of coolness.

Liu Heng sat alone beneath a large tree, staring fixedly at the western horizon, where the sky was painted red with fiery clouds.

“It’s been five days since I arrived in this world. It seems there’s no going back. I must accept it all,” Liu Heng murmured to himself.

He could not explain the strange events that had befallen him.

Originally, he had been a librarian in the twenty-first century, but inexplicably, he found himself in the Ming Dynasty, inhabiting the body of a defeated bandit soldier who had fled from Liaodong after the Battle of Sarhu, now a roaming outlaw.

Upon possession, he had gained the memories of this body and roughly understood his identity and situation.

His former self was honest and unassuming, yet he possessed a robust, powerful physique that could have easily been intimidating. Though capable of bullying others, his honest nature led him to be frequently bullied instead.

As the sun set in the west and the daylight waned, Liu Heng spat out the bitter grass root in his mouth, stood up from the ground, dusted the dirt off his clothes, and staggered step by step toward the camp.

Before nightfall, the camp would serve a meal. Liu Heng made sure to arrive punctually every time, never missing a single meal. Yet, in these five days, the most striking impression was that he had never eaten his fill.

He made his way to the rear camp kitchen, where the cook was already surrounded by a crowd of begging bandits.

Relying on his strong physique, Liu Heng squeezed his way to the cook’s side.

The cook barely glanced at him, casually grabbed a palm-sized flatbread, and ladled a bowl of wild vegetable soup, handing them over.

Liu Heng took them but did not leave. Instead, he said, “I’m still missing one more flatbread.”

Ordinary bandits received one vegetable flatbread per meal; minor leaders got two. Liu Heng’s predecessor was an old soldier from Liaodong who had served on the frontier, and because of his strong physique, he held a minor leadership position.

“That’s one flatbread, take it or leave it. Move aside, I don’t have time for your nonsense,” the cook said, relying on his kinship with the previous camp leader and bullying Liu Heng’s honest nature by giving him only one flatbread and pocketing the other himself.

In his former life, Liu Heng would have endured this quietly, unwilling to stir trouble. But before, he had not fully accepted the reality of being in the Ming Dynasty and had been muddled and indifferent, not caring to argue.

Now was different. Having decided to accept everything, he resolved that nothing that belonged to him would be taken away by others, not even a fraction. His soul was no longer that of the meek man who avoided conflict.

In a bandit camp, it was always either you bully me or I bully you. The simplest way to change others’ perception of him as a simpleton was to assert his authority. A kind person is easily bullied, a meek horse is easily ridden.

Liu Heng swung his arm in a wide arc, smashing the earthenware bowl filled with vegetable soup heavily onto the cook’s head.

Crack—The bowl shattered into several pieces on the cook’s head, and the soup trickled down his forehead, mixed with streaks of blood.

The noisy bandits abruptly fell silent.

Liu Heng’s free hand grabbed the cook’s collar, pressing a shard of broken pottery against his neck, and said fiercely, “Say that again.”

The cook, dazed by the sudden blow and feeling the cold shard at his throat, shuddered involuntarily and stammered, “I—I said… I’m short one flatbread.”

“What? Say it again.”

“Two, I’m short two.”

“I still didn’t catch that. I’ll give you one more chance to organize your words.” Liu Heng pressed the shard deeper, piercing the cook’s skin, blood flowing down the shard.

“Three… three flatbreads,” the cook nearly cried, “There really aren’t any more.”

Liu Heng felt that was sufficient and released the cook’s collar. “Bring them.”

The cook dared not refuse. His kin, the former camp leader, had died at Wang Family Village during an attack. Without backup, confronted by the suddenly formidable Liu Heng, he was momentarily frightened.

After Liu Heng left, the cook Ma Lao Que watched his retreating figure with a resentful glare.

Unaware, Liu Heng held four flatbreads and a freshly ladled bowl of wild vegetable soup, finding a quiet spot to squat and eat.

The flatbreads were dry and hard to swallow, the soup bitter and unpleasant, but they filled his stomach. Having gone many days without a full meal, Liu Heng gulped them down heartily.

After consuming two flatbreads and most of the soup, feeling about seventy or eighty percent full, he slowed his eating pace.

“Hey, isn’t this Liu the Big Wooden Head?”

As the voice fell, Liu Heng’s earthenware bowl was kicked over, shattering into shards, with the remaining soup spilled on the ground.

Liu Heng glanced at the person who had kicked his bowl, eyes narrowing slightly.

He knew the man as Zheng Daqiu, who usually swaggered around with the former camp leader, bullying Liu Heng’s predecessor for amusement.

Liu Heng had never liked him. Seeing Zheng surrounded by a few followers, he ignored them.

But Zheng had no intention of letting Liu Heng off. He bent down, hooked Liu Heng’s chin with his left hand, slapped his face twice with the right, and laughed heartily, “Haha, angry now? Our big wooden head is angry.”

Several bandits nearby echoed with laughter.

Bang—While Zheng laughed, Liu Heng seized the moment and punched Zheng squarely in the face, flipping him over.

He struck with lethal intent.

Liu Heng leapt onto Zheng’s chest, fists raining down mercilessly.

The nearby bandits were stunned; they never expected the supposedly weak Liu the Big Wooden Head to strike first.

When they finally reacted, several rushed forward to pull Zheng from beneath Liu Heng.

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