Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 1 - Dream Realm

"Sandboxing isn't about fancy tricks."

"Fast! Accurate! Merciless! Punch like lightning, kick like a blade...."

Nanjiang City, Yanwu Gym.

The coach's voice echoed as Chen Feng's face dripped with sweat, thrusting out his right fist.

Swoosh!

His fist was straight, his elbow slightly bent.

The most basic Chong Quan, this was one of the foundational sandboxing moves he had recently mastered at the gym.

Without pausing, he continued stepping forward, clenching his fingers tightly, launching his left fist.

Swoosh!

The bend in his elbow was more pronounced, a fairly standard Left Hook.

Such a scene within the gym did not draw much attention; turning to look, you could see no less than twenty or thirty students in the spacious practice room working on sandboxing moves.

Whether Slashing Punch or Kicking, Swinging Punch or Step, they all had stable stances and decent movements.

Even some were hitting the punching bag, moving on to the next stage of their practice.

For a moment, sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on the sweaty faces of those practicing.

Swoosh!

With undistracted eyes, Chen Feng punched again.

And this time....

[Progress +1]

[Sandboxing: Entry-level (82%)]

The system panel automatically appeared before him, and Chen Feng finally stopped, gasping for air.

With a thought, he wiped the sweat from his face, and quickly saw more information floating before him.

[Name: Chen Feng]

[Age: 22]

[Strength: 8.2]

[Agility: 8.1]

[Constitution: 8.1]

[Will: 8.8]

[Skill: Sandboxing (Entry-level, 82%)]

"Still some way to go."

The thought passed, and Chen Feng squinted his eyes.

This was the panel he obtained in his dreams a week ago, after crossing into this world.

Its specific function was to reflect his current physical data and proficiency in skills.

Tap tap!

Immediately afterward, glancing at the others still practicing, Chen Feng felt thirsty.

He walked to the empty space by the floor-to-ceiling windows, picked up his sports water bottle, twisted off the cap and gulped down.

Gulp! Gulp!

Sweat slid down his skin, and the water flowed down his throat into his stomach.

This feeling of exhaustion yet fulfillment made Chen Feng feel extremely satisfied.

A week ago, he was just an ordinary worker on Earth who died suddenly from staying up late playing games.

Now, by a stroke of luck, he had crossed into a parallel world similar to Earth, and after a week, he was barely adapting to everything here.

Earth Star, Chi Country.

This was the country where his original self was located, one of the two poles of the world today.

As for the original self, he shared the same name and surname, a common college graduate who was unemployed, and also a newbie Sandboxing trainee at the gym.

Due to falling ill with a fever a week ago, Chen Feng had taken over the original inhabitant's body.

The original's parents were ordinary people who had passed away two years earlier.

The only remaining family member was an older sister, a doctoral student at a local research institute, working part-time while studying, with excellent grades.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng stopped drinking water and glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows at his own reflection.

Nearly 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black round-necked T-shirt, somewhat skinny.

Twenty-two years old, with slanted brows, a short cropped haircut, and features that were quite firm.

"No matter what this world is like."

"First, I need to survive."

"Then become stronger!"

His thoughts flashed by, recalling the strange dreams he encountered daily since crossing over.

Chen Feng quickly set down the mineral water bottle, returned to the practice area, and continued practicing Sandboxing.

Time passed, and two hours later, the progress of his Sandboxing skill increased again.

[Sandboxing: Entry-level (83/100)]

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"If I can maintain this pace, I should be able to achieve entry-level in another week."

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Chen Feng silently nodded.

Clap clap!

That was the end of the day's practice; the coach standing at the front clapped his hands, indicating the session was over.

"Today's lesson is over."

"If any student still has doubts about Sandboxing, feel free to come to me privately."

As soon as his words finished, Chen Feng took a quick breath for a brief rest and didn't linger.

He tidied up, went to the changing room to wipe off the sweat, and changed out of his soaked clothes.

Before long, he left the Martial Arts Hall.

.....

Without a word, half an hour passed.

Upon arriving at the platform on the crowded bus No. 12, Chen Feng exited through the rear door.

Glancing around, the neighborhood was filled with old concrete buildings, and the streetlights around were somewhat rust-stained and dim.

Fruit wholesale stores occupied the ground floors, with constant noise from trucks loading and unloading and people talking.

Wet corners on the ground, flies in the trash bins still buzzing.

This was the only remnant his parents had left, an old and dilapidated small apartment.

On usual days, Chen Feng was the only one living here.

Buzz!

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Chen Feng stopped in his tracks, pulled out his phone, and saw a message as well as a transfer information for a thousand yuan.

[Chen Yun: Xiao Feng, I'm busy with the institute this weekend, so I can't come back for now.]

[You've been practicing boxing recently, you should eat nutritiously. Take your time finding work, I'll figure something out.]

After reading the message, Chen Feng was silent.

Chen Yun was his biological elder sister, and during this time he had felt a lot of care from her.

Although she was a Ph.D. student, her salary was not high, only a few thousand yuan for an internship allowance, as she was still in the internship phase.

But still, she had been very good to his previous self, whether it was tuition and living expenses for the past two years of study or the training fee for boxing; she had provided for it all.

[Received.]

He didn't refuse because, after graduation and unemployment, Chen Feng was indeed short on funds.

He subconsciously typed out a thank you, but then considering the way his former self would speak, he eventually silently deleted it.

[Chen Yun: Then I'll get busy, there's a lot to deal with on the project, smile.jpg]

[Okay.] Chen Feng replied briefly, not wanting to seem unusual.

Then, he put away his phone, quickly climbing up to the fifth floor and returning to his two-bedroom apartment.

An old sofa, a TV with a dark screen.

Floor tiles gray and dirty, the decoration simple.

Chen Feng took out a small bag of beef from the fridge, simply cooked it, paired it with rice, and made do with a meal.

Whether in his past life or now, he wasn't much of a cook.

But thanks to the energy consumed by boxing practice, he was too hungry to care about the taste, wolfing it down clean.

Washing dishes, cleaning plates, he tidied up in a snap.

Soon enough, he returned to his bedroom.

A simple white wardrobe, a wooden desk and chair, a large bed.

Taking out his phone, Chen Feng lay back on the bed and started looking through nearby job listings.

Living day by day without working hard was not his style, and he couldn't bring himself to keep leeching off his elder sister.

So, he still wanted to find a job for himself, so that he could independently maintain his own living while also managing to continue his boxing training.

"Supermarket cashier: Work six days, one day off, from 8 am to 12 pm, sixteen-hour shifts, alternating mornings and evenings, no educational requirements, monthly salary 3500 yuan...."

"Bar bouncer: Work six days, one day off, from 6 pm to 3 am, no educational requirements, monthly salary 5000 yuan..."

"Office clerk: Weekends off, from 9 am to 6 pm, requires an associate degree or higher, monthly salary 3000 yuan..."

As he scrolled through one job listing after another, Chen Feng began to form some ideas.

In a short while, the fatigue from practicing boxing resurfaced, and he felt his eyelids fighting each other.

Without forcing himself to stay awake, Chen Feng simply put down his phone and lay flat on the bed, surrendering to this feeling.

"Beep beep!"

"Whose car is that, damn it, move it!"

A frustrated shout came from below, and Chen Feng felt his consciousness slowly drifting away.

Memories of his former life flashed before him, scenes from the past.

The heart-wrenching sob at the death of his parents, the indolence of playing video games all day at university....

The inability to confess to the girl he liked, envy of classmates flaunting their branded clothing and sneakers...

Studying hotel management for four years, only to end up as a low-paid waiter...

Unemployed upon graduation, using boxing practice as an excuse to avoid everything...

Discontent, inferiority, confusion...

Chen Feng continued to digest the memories and emotions of his former self, consciousness plummeting, everything around him falling completely silent.

Time passed, night deepened.

Mist swirled and darkness enveloped everything.

His consciousness kept dropping into an endless fall and slumber until Chen Feng suddenly felt a movement in his body, as if stepping into thin air.

Buzz!

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and Chen Feng opened his eyes.

Everything around him was shrouded in thick black fog, and that peculiar Dream World appeared before him again.