"What is the definition of peace?

"Is there absolute peace in the world?

"How do I make the world peaceful?"

Shen Lang is thinking about the three questions of philosophy.

And then...

I woke up from my dream.

He was suddenly awake, aware of the white ceiling, the smell of disinfectant in the air, the mess of his face mask and the pile of electrodes attached to his body.

He was in a hospital, he realized.

And it was a serious injury.

Left arm, legs in a cast, hanging in the air, right arm wrapped in gauze, otherwise, he might still be in a vegetative state.

Before the waves could see any more information, a torrent of information came to mind.

Same name, Shen second, single name a wave.

When withdrawing money from a bank, he was not very likely to be called a vegetative patient. He was severely paralyzed and fell into a coma for the past two months.

As all kinds of strange information flooded into the mind, Shen Lang fell into a coma again.

I don't know how much time passed.

A faint sound from outside the ward made Shen wake up slowly.

"Doctor, when will my son wake up?"

"It's been two months and he hasn't moved at all. Will it be..."

With a SOB in his voice, the doctor outside sighed:

"His body injury is easy to say, but the gangster smashed his spirit with his fist at that time, even if the injury is better, but the mental trauma is difficult to recover, now can only do your job, listen to the fate of God, you can accompany him to talk about the memory of the past, maybe can awaken his consciousness."

The sound fell, and a dead silence fell outside the ward.

And inside the house.

Shen Wave also slowly opened the pupil.

And there you have it.

Not only the limbs were destroyed, but also the viscera was seriously injured. When the gangster finally fled, he did not forget to crush the spirit of the original owner with his fist and intention, making him into a vegetative person who could not speak.

"Sure enough, there is no peace in any world."

Although in a state of immobility, but the waves of the heart, this world, the military first, is a thoroughly privileged class, is a chivalrous martial disorder prohibition example.

The power of the state can only deter the overt warriors, but behind the scenes, the warriors kill one after another.

The power of the warrior is above the state, and even the leaders of most countries are the best among them.

In particular, the fist felt in the memory of the original owner was a choking of his soul and a shiver of life instinct.

Before the gangster, he was as humble as a...

Ants.

Ants you can crush to death.

"Xiang Kun, Wang Hu."

These were the names of the two robbers, and perhaps they had no intention of leaving anyone alive, so he heard them call each other names while he was a hostage.

"If I'm not dead, you are."

The combination of two 18-year-old memories did not bring Shen great enlightenment. On the contrary, he realized the distortion of the world.

He did not know if there was a world of absolute peace, but in this world, he had the capital to try.

That is the warrior.

He wants to learn kung fu and become a warrior!

Squeak --

Just then, the door of the ward opened.

A figure appeared in front of Shen waves.

He looked forty years old, his whole face was defined, and his eyes were black and sharp, like those of an eagle, which showed that in his youth this man had been a standard man of high appearance.

It was Shen Lang's father, Shen Wei.

His face was haggard, and he walked quickly but steadily, as though he were afraid to disturb his son in the ward.

But the next moment, he froze.

He saw Shen bang bang bar eyes, and then gently shouted: "Dad."

'Doctor!

Half a sound later, after the doctors took turns to check that Shen Lang's consciousness had recovered, Shen Wei was surprised and excited, and kept holding Shen Lang's hand.

"I've called your mother. She'll be here soon."

[Detected host consciousness recovery, intelligent cultivation system wholeheartedly for your service.]

"System?" Shen again hit the eyes, he can do nothing but slightly lift his right hand.

"Ding Dong!

A translucent panel, visible only to Shen, slowly emerged in front of him with a crisp tone.

Name: Shen Lang

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Martial Arts: None

[The system will automatically upgrade to the highest version when the host is detected to be active in spirit.]

As she said this, Shen noticed that the system sounded a little flustered, but not so much.

He was a little paranoid, breaking off someone's hand when he saw a sharp object pointed at him, and taking effective measures when he saw someone looking around, but that was not hysteria, it was a whim, to nip the danger in the cradle.

Eighteen years as an orphan had taught him only one thing, and that was that he was not strong enough.

If he's strong enough to destroy heaven and earth, why worry about being framed?

Moments later, the system reloads.

[System upgrade success, a special lucky draw.]

[ Open intelligent hosting training mode. ]

[Open the intelligent deduction mode.]

Cancel the setting that requires a smart point to practice.

Intelligent training system to serve you again.

Shen found himself in the mind, there is a turntable, above densely distributed with a variety of things, at this time, the pointer rotates up, the speed is very fast, can not see clearly.

Although he did not know what was happening, he was shocked.

[ Draw special prize: Body of Nirvana ]

[ Body of Nirvana: Body not destroyed, soul not destroyed, body destroyed, Nirvana reborn (You have a surprisingly resilient constitution) ]

Shen Lang felt as if something had changed in him. There was a strange power inside him.

And then there's the pain, the tearing of the broken bone.

But he knows, and that's a good thing. It's proof of healing.

He lay in a hospital bed for two months, but his damaged bones and internal organs did not fully recover, as can be seen from the fact that he now has only one right arm to lift, and the body of Nirvana, a surprisingly resilient constitution, repaired his wounds very quickly.

A minute later, he found his right hand restored.

Five minutes later, the limbs recovered.

Ten minutes later, his face turned pink.

He's better, but not quite.

"Dad, I'm getting out of the hospital!"