Climbing the Tower with Multidimensional Avatars - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19. Galactic Martial Arts World – Amusement Park Abduction Incident (2)

As I underwent training that seemed questionable for my age, my fists—which had been flailing about like a playful child’s—gradually began to gain real power and conviction.
Whether my Clear Wood Stance appeared credible when reflected in the full-length mirror was no mere illusion on my part; Siu smiled and spoke with affirmation.
“Now the form is beginning to take shape. It’s evidence that your bones and muscles are developing properly.”
I had succeeded not only in developing my skeletal and muscular structure, but also in awakening the inner energy dormant within my dantian.
When I asked if I had now transcended the novice stage and reached the third-rate realm, Siu shook her head.
“Simply extracting inner energy from the dantian is insufficient. You can only be said to have reached the third-rate realm once you use that extracted energy to strengthen your body.”
“But when I draw out my inner energy, I do feel stronger?”
“That’s not so much because your body has been strengthened, but rather because the oxygen exchange efficiency between your alveoli and blood vessels naturally increases, and the speed of oxygen delivery between blood and cells accelerates.”
Siu displayed a research paper on oxygen transport on the display and kindly explained the correlation between qi activation and blood oxygen saturation, lactate secretion, and improved liver detoxification speed.
To summarize her explanation, it was similar to the effect experienced by people from high-altitude regions when they descend to lower elevations—their athletic performance improves.
Now Siu was treating me not as a three-year-old child, but as a proper disciple.
Hmm, studying through research papers at this age? Was this punishment for not acting childish enough?
Having understood the concept, I practiced under Siu’s guidance, drawing qi from my dantian and channeling it along my meridians to strengthen my bones and muscles.
“While muscles are the source of physical power, strengthening only muscles can cause bones to shatter under the muscle’s force. True physical strengthening begins with fortifying the bones.”
The instruction utilized not only research papers but also video materials. The scene Siu played showed a massively muscular bodybuilder whose arm bent in an impossible direction during an arm-wrestling match, his bones snapping.
“Ugh, isn’t that too gory for someone my age to see?”
“Ah, my apologies. When conversing with you, I often forget that you’re still a child, and I—”
At my objection, Siu turned off the video and replaced subsequent injury scenes with illustrations instead.
With advanced AI, videos could be converted in real-time for the viewer without any lag.
Normally I couldn’t tell if this place was the twenty-first century or the fiftieth, but seeing something like this made it viscerally clear.
After the lesson ended, Siu spoke while holding a lunch box.
“Let’s end today’s training here and go on an outing. I’ve purchased tickets to a nearby amusement park.”
While spending time with Siu, we didn’t only train.
When it was time to rest, we rested; when it was time to play, we played.
Siu was not merely a training android but a nursemaid android, so she made efforts to build various cherished memories for my healthy and bright development.
“Wow! An amusement park!”
I too enjoyed playtime between the grueling and tedious training sessions.
Siu’s training truly wrung me to my limits, and while there was joy in growth, playing was simply more fun.
Amusement park attractions in the fiftieth century!
My heart raced wondering what wonders awaited!
As I expressed my delight, Siu smiled and began preparing for departure.

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Holding Siu’s hand, I entered the amusement park, which bore a striking resemblance to the copyright-monster-famous theme park operated by the D Corporation.
Though quite different in many ways, it featured a young mouse as the main character, with various other characters—ducks, dogs, pigs, rabbits, and more—parading through the grounds.
After the animal characters passed, princess characters appeared, followed by part-time workers who demonstrated brilliant martial techniques, leaping across transparent wire platforms suspended in mid-air while flourishing colorful fabrics in acrobatic displays.
“Wow, do martial artists work part-time jobs too?”
“It appears they are students from martial arts-specialized high schools or universities. Though healing elixirs are now mass-produced, they remain expensive for students, so many take part-time work to supplement their income.”
“Ah, I’ve read about that on the internet too.”
Basic cultivation methods were mandatory education—taught alongside language, mathematics, social studies, history, and science upon enrollment at Elementary School.
In a world where approximately 3.2 trillion people across the entire Galaxy had all mastered at least basic cultivation techniques for health, martial prowess had become commonplace.
Elementary school students who showed exceptional promise before age ten could gain the opportunity to enter a Major Sect, and those not selected by a Major Sect but interested in martial arts typically advanced to martial arts-specialized high schools.
Some entered Minor Sects, but lacking the resources of Major Sects to nurture large numbers of children, Minor Sects rarely accepted young outsiders unless they possessed exceptional talent—preferring instead the children and relatives of their own members.
Naturally, talented children would enter Major Sects rather than Minor Sects.
Graduates of martial arts-specialized high schools or universities could enter sects depending on their cultivation level, and those whose talents blossomed late could sometimes join Major Sects.
“Young Master, while researching information online is commendable, please be cautious—biased and distorted information abounds.”
“Haha, I know. I at least avoid communities with obvious political leanings, so don’t worry.”
Being from another world, I find no resonance or understanding in such places anyway.
“As befits a young master, you’ll surely exercise good judgment, but I cannot help my concern.”
“You’re not secretly recovering my search history and logs to check, are you?”
At my question, Siu merely smiled.
“…You’re really not, right?”
“I’ve purchased a Super Pass for the attractions. Shall we go?”
“Siu?”
I took Siu’s hand and passed the part-time workers displaying their brilliant aerial techniques, entering a wondrous fairy-tale realm.
She really isn’t, right?

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About three years ago.
A baby was born beneath her parents’ blessings.
The girl born that day was extraordinary.
She was a direct descendant of the Martial God Cheon Family, called the foremost clan in the Galaxy, born to parents who had both achieved the Harmonized Realm—a pinnacle of strength that drew universal admiration—and she possessed the Celestial Martial Body that made all who witnessed her birth gasp in wonder. Yet all of this paled in comparison to her true uniqueness.
Direct lineage of the clan was determined by the family head: any descendant bearing the Cheon surname, regardless of how many generations removed, was considered direct blood.
The family head, Sword King Cheon Ja-su, was over 680 years old, and during that span had taken thirteen wives, each bearing him two or three children.
His eldest son, who died of illness at the early age of sixty some 600 years prior, had fathered four children, who themselves had children, whose children in turn had offspring.
Because the clan’s prestige echoed across the entire Galaxy, the women of the Cheon Family often brought in sons-in-law to pass the Cheon name to their children rather than marrying out.
As a result, those living who bore the title of ‘direct lineage’ of the Cheon Family numbered in the tens of thousands, making the baby—merely the seventeenth-generation descendant of Cheon Ja-su—seem insignificant compared to the singularity she possessed.
Both her parents had reached the Harmonized Realm as martial artists, yet in this age, the Harmonized Realm fell far short of the qualifications needed to serve as a pillar of a Major Sect.
In this era, a population of 3.2 trillion received mandatory education in cultivation methods.
Thus, even the Harmonized Realm—a height approaching the apex of the pyramid—had become commonplace in number.
There had been distant ages when the Harmonized Realm was revered as a paragon of humanity, but those times lay impossibly far in the past.
The Celestial Martial Body was a miraculous talent envied by all, yet as humanity surpassed 3.2 trillion, those born with the Celestial Martial Body or comparable talents numbered in the thousands.
The secret that rendered all these marvels insignificant was ‘reincarnation.’
The baby reborn into the Cheon Family, Cheon So-yeon, understood the moment she recognized her own reincarnation.
She was not the only one reborn.
Cheon So-yeon’s previous life—the Ancestral Founder Cheon So-yeon of the 14th century, during the Yuan-Ming transition, who had elevated the Cheon Family to the rank of a Major Sect—had fought a three-way battle against the Demonic Cult Master and the Heterodox Alliance Leader, ending with all three perishing together.
At that time, Cheon So-yeon had been born female but forced to live as a man to become the family head, leaving only a single thread of regret, and she had accepted death—but the Demonic Cult Master’s followers had not.
“We beseech you, guide us once more in ages to come! Heavenly Demon!”
The cult members, unable to accept their master’s death, employed a strange forbidden technique.
As Cheon So-yeon died, she thought the cultists were performing some mad, meaningless ritual, but it was not meaningless.
The cultists’ forbidden art of reincarnation succeeded.
It merely ensnared her as well, she who had died in the same place and hour as the master.
If she herself had succeeded in reincarnation, then the master must have as well.
Perhaps not only the master and herself, but also the Heterodox Alliance Leader who had fought in that three-way battle had been reborn alongside them.
With such thoughts, she who had been reborn as Cheon So-yeon began her life anew as an infant.
As time passed, the world seen through an infant’s eyes appeared not as the Central Plains Martial World but as an alien realm.
It was through her parents’ alternating instruction in the Thirteen Meridians and True Qi, and the teachings of the Azure Wood Art, that she came to understand this was not an alien world but merely the future.
“There, a healthy massage for our little princess.”
“Grow strong and healthy, without pain or suffering.”
At her parents’ words, Cheon So-yeon’s eyes filled with tears.
The world overflowed with wonders, and she received the unconditional love of parents who asked nothing in return—something she had never known in her previous life.
Her parents were neither ill nor frail, nor did they demand she live as a man.
All her parents desired was that she grow up healthy.
Whenever she cried suddenly, her parents would panic, worried that something might be wrong with her.
Cheon So-yeon found such concern only joyful and grateful.
Blessed with the Celestial Martial Body and exceptional aptitude, Cheon So-yeon began to speak and gradually comprehend the world around her when she reached six months of age.
She marveled at the more advanced martial techniques and diligently cultivated her martial arts.
At times, when she became so absorbed as if driven by the habits of her previous life, her parents would worry and gently restrain her.
Cheon So-yeon formed her dantian about three months after birth and entered the martial arts path, reaching the Third Tier by around half a year—yet she concealed her true cultivation level.
Hiding one’s cultivation was not particularly difficult.
She simply refrained from drawing upon the inner energy within her dantian in front of her parents.
At the First Tier, perhaps the aura would be unmistakable, but at the Third Tier, no distinctive presence leaked outward.
The reason she concealed her cultivation stemmed from fear.
Fear that her talent might blind her parents to greed as it had her previous parents, and fear that this happiness she had found might shatter because of it.
Thus, as Cheon So-yeon enjoyed her blissful new life, around the time she turned three, her parents eagerly prepared for an outing.
“The Amusement Park just reopened! We’re going there now—doesn’t our little princess look forward to it?”
“What is an Amusement Park?”
Cheon So-yeon had no idea what an Amusement Park was.
At her daughter’s question, her parents realized their oversight and explained what an Amusement Park was.
After hearing their explanation, Cheon So-yeon pondered.
‘Ah, so it’s a playground larger than a park playground? A parade? When markets open, wandering performers come to perform—do clowns come to the playground and perform like that? It seems such performers still exist even as the world changes.’
She, who had lived over 3,600 years ago, could not even fathom the concept of an Amusement Park.
For Cheon So-yeon, her world consisted entirely of her home, the park where she occasionally walked hand-in-hand with her mother, and the Hospital.
“We’re sorry for being so busy that this is our first outing like this.”
Her parents, befitting their cultivation at the Harmonious Realm, were quite occupied on weekdays and rarely had time for outings.
On weekends when time was available, they spent it as her martial arts instructors, compensating for their weekday absence, leaving little time for leisure.
It was an unavoidable choice made out of love for their daughter and for her future.
Cheon So-yeon cared not at all, for she cherished simply being in her parents’ presence, yet they carried guilt.
This trip to the Amusement Park was their effort to carve out time and show their daughter the joy of such experiences.
At the Amusement Park they visited, Cheon So-yeon witnessed a new world.
Charming animal parades and princess parades, and parades that utilized martial arts.
At the end, she was indignant that clowns performed using martial arts, yet it served as a good shock to accept that times had changed.
Lost in the excitement of play, Cheon So-yeon belatedly realized she had become separated from her parents and stood alone.
Seized momentarily by the terror of isolation, she glanced about anxiously, then noticed a young boy with a familiar aura emanating from him and unconsciously approached where he stood.

(To be continued in the next chapter)

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