With his eyes still blurry from intoxication, Fang Yichen casually noticed a small dot of light above the rooftop, swiftly approaching him.

　　Before he could react, the dot, now slightly brighter, was right in front of him.

　　“Where did this come from? Such a large firefly? No, it can’t be! It’s not summer, and this is the rooftop of a seven-story building.”

　　Before Fang Yichen could fully process this, the bright dot shot straight towards his forehead and disappeared into it. Without even a chance to groan, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and then everything went black. His last thought was, “This is it! My life ends today!"

　　He didn’t even have time to hum, and then a sharp pain hit his head, causing him to lose consciousness. His final thought was:

　　“Oh no! This is it for me!”

　　......

　　In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight spilled onto the rooftop.

　　A groan escaped from Fang Yichen’s lips. He felt an excruciating headache, with countless images flashing through his mind that he couldn’t make sense of.

　　The intense pain made him involuntarily clutch his head and roll on the ground for a while before finally stopping.

　　After a while, lying on the rooftop, he stirred. The glaring sunlight forced him to shield his eyes with his hand, taking some time to adjust.

　　“Where am I?”

　　He muttered, using his hand as a visor to shield his eyes from the direct sunlight and struggling to open them to look around.

　　After hesitating for a moment, he remembered that this was the rooftop of the house he rented. He had come up here last night with a few bottles of wine and a pack of cigarettes to enjoy the moonlight and drown his sorrows in alcohol.

　　“Wait! What happened? How did I end up sleeping here out of nowhere?”

　　Having been blown by the cool night breeze all night, Fang Yichen felt his joints stiff and sore all over his body.

　　Rubbing his head, which was throbbing from the hangover, he tried hard to recall everything from last night. After a while, it finally came back to him. With a slightly dizzy head, he muttered to himself:

　　“The light! That’s right! It was that light!”

　　Suddenly, Fang Yichen felt a sense of fear. He thought to himself:

　　“That light that appeared out of nowhere actually drilled into my forehead. What on earth was that? Did it drill a hole in my forehead?”

　　With these thoughts in mind, he quickly reached for his forehead.

　　“Hush!”

　　He let out a sigh of relief, but still felt puzzled:

　　“I clearly felt that light drilling into my head, accompanied by intense pain. Now my head still feels slightly sore, but why is my forehead fine?”

　　He couldn’t quite figure it out. Was the current headache caused by the hangover or something strange that drilled into his head?

　　Shaking his head, he decided not to dwell on this question anymore. He struggled to lift himself up with his hand, still holding his head, and stood up unsteadily.

　　Fortunately, Shen city is located in the south, and even on a Mid-Autumn night, it’s not very cold. Otherwise, it would have been strange if he didn’t freeze to death lying under the open sky on the rooftop all night.

　　But even so, he still felt soreness in his bones, stiffness in his body, and a hint of coldness penetrating his body.

　　When he was young, he lived in a small town and became obsessed with martial arts because of kung fu movies and martial arts novels.

　　Later, through an introduction, he learned some martial arts such as Shaolin boxing and Plum blossom pile at a Taoist temple near his home.

　　The old Taoist in the temple saw that this child was fairly diligent and often helped out by sending medicinal herbs from his father’s shop. So, after being persistently begged, the old Taoist reluctantly taught him some techniques of Eight Extremes Fist, a powerful form of martial arts.

　　There’s a saying: “With culture, there’s Tai Chi to bring peace to the world; with martial arts, there’s Eight Extremes Fist to determine the universe.” The term “Eight Extremes” means that the power generated can reach extremely far in all directions.

　　Its movements are simple and powerful, often using vigorous footwork. It is an extremely aggressive martial art, opposite to Tai Chi’s principle of using softness to overcome strength. That's why this saying exists.

　　After the old Taoist passed away, he stopped practicing martial arts. When he went to high school and college, his family urged him to focus on his studies.

　　Fang Yichen also knew that education was more important in today’s society, and after graduating from college and entering the workforce, his mind was filled with thoughts of making money.

　　Learning martial arts back then was just his hobby, and he never considered making a living from it, so he gradually stopped practicing.

　　After graduating, he came to Shen city and got a job as a technician in an electronics technology company.

　　Working in front of the computer for a long time made him lack exercise, and he often worked overtime until late at night, so he didn't have time to cook and often ate fast food.

　　Although he was young at this time, he couldn't withstand such unhealthy habits. His body actually began to age. At the moment, he is twenty years old, but his body feels like it’s forty.

　　In the building of the urban village, Fang Yichen staggered and leaned on the railing as he descended the stairs, returning to his rented room. Along the way, because his body was still somewhat stiff, he almost fell.

　　He took out the key and opened the door to the rented room, which was in a mess.

　　Dirty clothes, smelly socks, fast food boxes, used cigarette packets, and empty beer bottles were strewn everywhere on the bed, floor, and sofa.

　　It was obvious at a glance that the room hadn’t been tidied up or cleaned for several days. At that moment, he couldn’t be bothered with all this mess and simply closed the door behind him.

　　Takeout boxes piled up in a corner of the room, even though it was already mid-autumn, the daytime temperature in Shen city was still high.

　　Some leftover food in the boxes had turned rotten after a few days without being cleared, emitting a nauseating stench.

　　Disturbed by the slamming of the door, a few cockroaches hurriedly crawled out of the takeout box and scurried along the wall to hide under the bed.

　　The most urgent thing Fang Yichen wanted to do at that moment was to take a hot shower to warm up his stiff and powerless body due to the cold wind. So he shuffled into the bathroom and turned on the water heater...

　　After more than twenty minutes, he emerged from the bathroom after taking a hot shower, feeling rejuvenated as if he had come back to life, his body no longer stiff and weak.

　　He pushed aside the messy pile of dirty clothes, socks, cigarette packs, and beer bottles on the sofa and collapsed onto it.

　　His slightly pale face was covered in stubble, and his long, unkempt hair indicated that he hadn’t taken care of himself for a while.

　　Yesterday was the traditional festival of Hua Kingdom, the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time that should have been spent reuniting with family.

　　Instead of going home to celebrate with his family, Fang Yichen chose to hide alone in his cluttered and cramped rented room, smoking and drinking in solitude.

　　Feeling suffocated in the room, he stumbled his way up to the rooftop to continue drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

　　He couldn’t bring himself to go back home and he couldn’t bear the thought of his parents seeing him in such a desolate state.

　　His despair was not only due to losing his job but also because his girlfriend, Ling Ye, had left him, leaving his emotions in a terrible state.

　　Thinking about Ling Ye’s departure made his mood even lower.

　　“Ha! Over the past six months, although I wasn’t perfect towards her, I was generally gentle, caring, and pampering. I bought her everything she wanted.

　　“Almost all savings were spent on her, just hoping that she would sincerely live a good life with me. But in the end, it turned out like this. Hehe!”

　　“Ha ha!......” Fang Yichen laughed at himself, a laughter tinged with bitterness and resentment.