The Embarrassing AFK Log

Shen Qian jolted awake suddenly.

The cold wind sent shivers down his spine, and as he sat there, utterly bewildered, a series of questions flooded his mind.

Who am I? Where am I? Have I lost my mind?

Shen Qian felt like he had to be dreaming because, unless his senses were betraying him, he was currently lying stark naked on a rooftop, his entire body aching.

Yet, the icy chill of the concrete beneath him and the sticky substance near his hand told him—this was no dream.

He shot up into a sitting position, but the abrupt motion almost sent him toppling forward.

The sudden surge in strength… It was a symptom of his body struggling to adapt to an increase in physical power.

He had experienced something similar once before, but this time, it felt much stronger.

But… how?

Looking around, he noticed his clothes had been neatly folded and placed to the side. The rooftop was littered with dark stains, seemingly expelled from his own body.

A few meters away, a metal pot sat atop a makeshift stand. The pot was empty, but the lingering pungent scent of herbs still clung to the air.

Not only was his body sore, but a faint stinging sensation lingered in his head. It was already broad daylight, and the last thing he remembered was passing out at home.

So… what the hell happened last night?

Flashes of hazy memories surfaced—he vaguely recalled hearing strange voices in his mind, something about a "system" and "AFK farming."

The moment he thought of the word system, a glowing interface materialized in his consciousness without warning.

The screen was divided into different sections, but the most eye-catching one was the AFK Log, which was still faintly glowing.

Focusing his thoughts on it, the AFK Log expanded, and in the next moment, a mental image of a bookshelf appeared.

The bookshelf was almost entirely empty, save for a single folder on the top-left shelf.

A string of numbers was printed on the cover: 22970308—yesterday's date.

Shen Qian concentrated on it again, and the folder opened. A line of text appeared before his eyes.

"Note: No combat experience or training memory was recorded during this AFK session. To conserve energy, only text logs for the 'pharmaceutical' section have been retained for review."

Shen Qian was baffled but instinctively knew that this AFK Log was likely responsible for his current condition. So, he kept reading.

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[AFK Log]

19:22 – You woke up from bed.

19:23 – You left your house.

19:38 – You took a taxi to Nanmen River.

19:40 – You failed to pay the fare, got punched by the driver, and kicked once. Minor injuries sustained.

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Shen Qian: "?"

Wait, what the hell?

Why did I get beaten up?!

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19:43 – You jumped into Nanmen River, 80 meters south of Wuding Bridge.

19:47 – You retrieved a Schisandra root (Note 1) from the riverbed.

19:59 – You arrived at Huaxia Pharmacy on Nanhe Road.

20:02 – You selected Nine-flavor Rehmannia Pills, Angelica, Salvia, and Red Deer Skin.

20:05 – You failed to pay and were denied credit. You left the pharmacy empty-handed.

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Shen Qian's mouth twitched.

Was it really necessary to keep reminding me that I'm broke?

Still, he was curious.

Whatever medicine this system was trying to concoct, judging by his body's transformation, it seemed to have worked.

So where did the money for the medicine come from?

He kept reading.

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21:18 – You ran to No. 113 Haigeng Road, North District.

21:20 – You rang the doorbell and explained your purpose to the homeowner.

21:26 – You met Ding Yi and borrowed 2,795.6 yuan from her.

21:28 – You left with a charming, enigmatic smile.

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Shen Qian: "…"

The hell do you mean, 'charming, enigmatic smile'?!

If the system wasn't lying to him, Shen Qian seriously considered moving to another planet.

He admitted he had a thick skin sometimes, but he wasn't this shameless!

Taking a deep breath, he decided to finish reading the log first—just in case there were more surprises.

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21:59 – You took a taxi back to Huaxia Pharmacy and paid 57.6 yuan for the fare.

22:00 – You paid 2,651 yuan and retrieved the medicine.

22:14 – You took a taxi back to Xingfu Community and paid 23 yuan.

22:18 – You spent 87 yuan at a convenience store to buy water, a lighter, an electronic scale, and an iron pot. You also took some charcoal from the shop owner.

22:25 – You arrived at Building 3's rooftop and began preparing the medicine. (Click to access 'Pharmaceutical' memory fragments.)

23:47 – Enhanced 'Physical Stamina Potion' successfully crafted.

23:51 – You removed your clothes and consumed the potion.

23:52 – 10:11 – Your body underwent transformation. The intense pain knocked you unconscious.

(Note 1: Schisandra is an herb rich in trace elements and faint spiritual energy. It has mild properties and is commonly used in the body-tempering concoctions of novice martial artists.)

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After reading the entire AFK Log, Shen Qian sat in stunned silence, feeling both thrilled and humiliated.

This Physical Stamina Potion… It didn't sound like any common medicine he knew. He had no idea how much his body had improved.

Then, another realization hit him.

According to the log… wasn't it already past ten in the morning?

Grabbing his smartwatch, he checked the time—10:30 AM.

"Crap! I have class today!"

Panic-stricken, Shen Qian threw on his clothes and dashed toward the school.

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By the time he arrived, it was already past 11:00 AM.

It wasn't that he was slacking—it was just that the damn system had left him penniless after borrowing from Ding Yi, forcing him to run all the way here.

Fortunately, he made it in time for the last class. Unfortunately, the class was with his homeroom teacher, Liu Simin.

"I understand that you might be going through a phase of self-destruction, feeling like there's no hope for you in the Martial Exams. But that is no excuse to skip an entire morning of classes…"

"Out of the thousands of students who graduate each year, only a handful make it into the Martial Academy. If everyone acted like you, do you think society wouldn't need the rest?"

"Don't think that no one notices you, that no one cares about you. Let me tell you…"

"You're getting a 30-point deduction from your conduct score. Don't let this happen again!"

After what felt like an eternity, Liu Simin finally had to excuse herself for a bathroom break.

Shen Qian let out a sigh of relief and slumped into his seat.

His deskmate, Zhou Xu, who was about to head out for lunch, suddenly covered his nose. "Dude… Did you fall into a sewer or something?"

Shen Qian suddenly realized—after last night's "purge," he probably reeked. But he shrugged it off and changed the topic.

"Wasn't the last class supposed to be Basic Martial Arts? Why did Liu Simin show up?"

"She came to collect the Martial Exam registration fees," Zhou Xu explained while pinching his nose.

"Wait, registration fees?!" Shen Qian sat up straight. "Why didn't I hear about this?"

"It was announced last month. But wait… don't tell me you're actually signing up?"

Shen Qian ignored him, turned around, and smacked Wang Yangming awake.

"Money. Five hundred."

"Oh." Wang Yangming pulled out his wallet, flipped through it, and took out a bill. "Uh… after paying my registration fee, I think I only have five bucks left."

"Damn, that's broke. Five bucks barely counts as money."

Shen Qian stuffed the five into his pocket, scoffed in disdain, then slipped out of the classroom.

Only then did Wang Yangming snap out of his daze a little. Confused, he turned to Zhou Xu. "Why does he need five hundred?"

"I think… it's for the martial arts entrance exam registration?" Zhou Xu replied uncertainly.

The two exchanged bewildered glances as realization hit them.