Black Pot Hero

"A train in our country mysteriously disappeared while passing through a tunnel, with all 273 people on board missing. The cause of the accident is under further investigation. The following is a list of the missing..." —China Daily The sky was azure, the clouds like veils, and pure river water flowed from the mountains. Vibrant wildflowers grew along the riverbank, their beautiful forms swaying gently in the wind. This was a typical natural scene, but at this moment, Lin Hao sat slumped by the river, his eyes wide open, as if he had encountered something utterly unbelievable. "Where am I?" Lin Hao clearly remembered playing a mobile game, riding a train, rumbling along the way to school for registration, but in the short time the train entered the tunnel, everything went black. When he regained consciousness, the surrounding scenery had changed drastically. The tracks were gone, the train was gone. The tall chimneys along the road, emitting plumes of industrial fumes, were gone, and even his ever-present cell phone was nowhere to be found. "What on earth happened?" He was shocked, thinking he'd been drugged, kidnapped, and abandoned in the wilderness to fend for himself. However, he checked himself; his hands and feet were intact, with no signs of injury. Lin Hao looked around. In his field of vision was an ancient city, red flags flying on its walls. Two well-dressed soldiers stood proudly, gazing into the distance. Not far away, two men in ancient attire were fighting, wielding long swords. They were agile, leaping several meters into the air. "Masters?" Martial arts had long been lost in the turbulent society, yet here he saw them. Lin Hao was astonished, wondering if this was some kind of paradise. He rubbed his throbbing head, slowly and weakly got up, wanting to ask the two men who they were. But as soon as he took a step, a crisp "ding" sounded in his mind, leaving him stunned. "The Imposter System has detected the host and is binding. Please wait..." "Beep beep..." "Name: Lin Hao." "Soul Attribute: Chinese." "Level: 0." "Martial Arts Realm: None." "Ding, binding complete. Lucky descendant of the Chinese nation, congratulations on arriving on the Holy Spirit Continent. As you are the first transmigrator to bind with the Imposter System, the system is gifting you a newbie gift pack." "Imposter System? No way?" Lin Hao's eyes widened, his mind reeling as if a thunderous storm had swept through. Before transmigrating, he played a game called "Imposter God" on a train. It was a very popular mobile game. After creating a character, players could earn points through a series of imposter missions, such as taking the blame, and exchange them for in-game Tao and skills. They could even interact with the in-game characters. The unique mission system made this game a nationwide sensation. Introduced by a friend, Lin Hao also tried this new game and became obsessed with it. He never expected that simply sitting in a car playing a mobile game would transport him to another world. It seems he'd acquired the core system of the Imposter God? "Are you kidding me? I must be dreaming." He pinched his chin hard, the pain making him gasp. Is this real? He remained silent for a long time, then tried to summon the system using the methods in the game. A sharp pain shot through his head, followed by a beam of light spreading across his dark mind. In that instant, it was like a new moon emerging from the clouds, dawn breaking. The dark space of his mind was illuminated, gradually revealing a shape resembling a Rubik's Cube. This Rubik's Cube floated in the center of his mind. It looked small, consisting of twenty-seven squares, each radiating a strange light, seemingly concealing mysteries as deep as the ocean. It was now spinning, attracting considerable attention. A moment later, the Rubik's Cube stopped spinning. Its nine squares on the front formed the shape of a red lucky bag, with the words "Newbie Gift Pack" written on it, making Lin Hao's eyes widen. Lin Hao imagined pointing his finger at the "Newbie Gift Pack." A burst of light appeared in his mind, and two numbers popped up. One was 100, and the other was 10. "Open the gift pack, Martial Arts Experience +100; Silver +10;" "Ding, Martial Arts Experience has reached its limit, level increased. Host Level +1!" "Your current Martial Arts Level is: 1, Realm: Beginner Martial Artist." "Ding, Martial Arts Experience has reached its limit. Host Level +1!" "Your current Martial Arts Level is: 2, Realm: Intermediate Martial Artist." The mechanical and cold voice sounded again. Lin Hao was surrounded by a blue aura. He felt a surge of energy, making him feel refreshed and full of vitality. Then, he felt a weight in his arms; something seemed to have appeared. He reached into his hand and found a collection of gleaming silver ingots. “!” He really brought the fake system?! “!” His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the heavy silver ingots in his hand, then his expression changed to excitement. He knew how overpowered the fake system was; as long as he kept completing the tasks issued by the system and earned enough points, he could exchange them for any treasure within the system. Before transmigrating, he had occasionally fantasized about how cool it would be to bring the fake system into the real world, but he never thought his dream would come true! “I didn’t expect such a benefit; heaven has been kind to me.” “I wonder what kind of world this is. I’ll go check out the city.” Lin Hao excitedly looked around, finally deciding to head towards the city. However, after taking only two steps, an old voice stopped him. “You brat, stop right there!” An old man wearing a straw hat rushed towards Lin Hao. "Grandpa, what do you want?" Lin Hao looked at the old man suspiciously. He was short, with gray hair, dark skin, and a rusty hoe slung over his shoulder. The old man also sized up Lin Hao, but unlike Lin Hao's curiosity, he was angry, glaring at him. "You brat, you stole my melon, and you're asking me what I want? Pay up! Pay me for my melon!" "Melon?" Lin Hao was taken aback, looking in the direction the old man had come from. Not far ahead was a lush green melon patch, planted with many watermelons. It was the height of summer, the season for melons to fall; these melon patches must be full of delicious watermelons. If he could pick one and eat it, it would be incredibly satisfying. But he had just arrived in this world; how could he possibly own his melon? Lin Hao frowned immediately. "Old man, don't falsely accuse me. Did you see me?" The old man snorted, slamming his hoe on the ground. He scolded, "You little thief! Although I didn't see your melons with my own eyes, there's no one else here. You were the closest. Who else could it be but you?" Lin Hao was intimidated by the old man's unreasonable demeanor. He was being judged a melon thief simply because the old man was closest to him. However, speaking of being closest, Lin Hao immediately thought of the two young men practicing swordplay by the melon patch earlier. Now, looking around, they were nowhere to be seen. "Could it be such a coincidence?" Lin Hao wanted to explain and prove his innocence. Although he enjoyed playing 'Fake God' and taking on fake quests in the game, it didn't mean he liked being falsely accused. But suddenly, a "ding" sounded in his mind, making him shudder. "Ding! Fake Mission: I'm the Watermelon Thief. Please admit that you stole the watermelon from the melon patch owner and compensate him for the loss. Complete the mission and you will receive the corresponding reward." The mechanical and cold voice echoed in his mind, lingering and persistent. Lin Hao's expression instantly brightened.