I was an ordinary guy, I went to my rocking chair, trained with men until I completely refused - in a word, I did everything as it should. And then... I was crushed by the BARBELL! Then everything is as if rolled. Rebirth. Difficult childhood. And the realization that you are now not Volodya, nicknamed "Three by ten," but some kind of left dystrophic from Luoyang. And around you is not at all a native provincial town, but a damn muddy and dangerous Murim, where everyone is not too lazy to swing their fists and rush their Dantian. But I don't even really know how to fight - just swing. Do I have to purr him too?