Stinky Pig is chubby

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?"
An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar.
I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal.
Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution.
Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. 
Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

I Can See Your Combat Power

"Big brother, what's wrong?" The little boy stared anxiously at Tang Luo who was lying in bed, groaning in discomfort.


"My good little brother..." Tang Luo replied, his face deathly pale.


"I've come down with an illness that prevents me from leaving this bed. Could you bring me some food?"


"Sure, big brother! Hang in there!" The little boy instantly dashed off, not even stopping to apply any medicine.


Tang Luo stared blankly at the ceiling beams, a stack of martial arts techniques and secrets piled next to his hand.


It's cool to be pompous for a moment, but the consequences are hard to bear.


On the bed, the boy was mired in thoughts about the universe, nature, human desires, and a rising regret started gnawing at his heart.


Would it make any difference being early or late for elderhood?


How did the efforts of others in the Secret Arts Pavilion matter to him?


Chapter Seventy-Three: Self-inflicted Disaster