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The man suffered from Severed Meridians Syndrome.

And as he watched the flickering lamplight waver precariously, he knew his life was coming to an end.

His body, which had begun to feel heavy a few days ago, was now unable to even hold a brush properly.

Originally, his body was weak due to the Severed Meridians, but his brush grip and calligraphy were so skilled that he could have been counted among the best calligraphers in the Central Plains. Now, he sighed at his inability to even bear the weight of a single brush and put it down.

With the eyes of a dying man, he looked down at the book he had been writing and slowly stroked it.

In the book, there were drawings of people dancing, and although the calligraphy wasn’t as powerful as a dragon soaring, the characters were neatly arranged and easy to read.

The book the man was writing was a martial arts book, one of countless he had written before.

His family provided him with martial arts books from all over the Central Plains and masters to demonstrate martial arts, and the man would add commentaries or disassemble them to recreate them as martial arts unique to his family.

He couldn’t go outside with his life hanging by a thread, so he couldn’t judge whether it was boasting or truth, but he heard the family’s servants chattering that the martial arts he had created were all becoming famous throughout the world.

The man suffered from Severed Meridians Syndrome.

The meridians that drew the body’s true energy were twisted and severed, making it impossible to create even a grain-sized Dantian, which even an idiot could create with years of training. It was common for his powerless body to twist in pain as if his intestines were coiling, and when the pain of an iron stake being driven into his heart came without warning, he forgot he was born a man and wept in agony.

However, the bizarre shape of the twisted and severed meridians coincidentally directed all energy to the Upper Dantian.

This meant he had exceptional Enlightenment.

Not only was his memory so good that he never forgot anything he saw, but he was also excellent at analyzing and finding meaning in not only written words but also people’s actions, disassembling them, and reassembling them into better results.

Whether he lived as a scholar, a merchant, or an artist, he would have achieved great results, but the man chose to be a martial arts scholar.

It was a desire.

The man suffered from Severed Meridians Syndrome.

Therefore, from birth, he had an unnatural body, a heavenly curse that forced him to live his entire life as an observer, from the time his peers were playing under the bright light of life.

A healthy body, strong vitality, strength, and a normal human lifespan.

Unlike his current self, who was barely surviving with narcotic drugs, in the man’s fantasies, his healthy self was racing through the world with the martial arts he had created.

But in the end, the fantasy did not become reality, and the man could only feel life rapidly leaving his body.

‘I wanted to live.’

The man wished.

‘I wanted to be healthy.’

The man prayed to the stars shining through the dark window.

‘I wanted to live a long life.’

If there is a next life, please

‘Unlike this life, I want to live a long and healthy life.’

The man, or rather, the boy who hadn’t even reached adulthood, stopped breathing.