When he opened his eyes, he saw a white ceiling.
The incandescent light emitted a slightly blinding glow.
Lin Chen clutched his head, feeling as if needles were stabbing into his brain.
He remembered getting hit by a truck.
The kind you can't dodge, even if you phase through things.
And yet now, here he was, holding his head in a room that was clearly not a hospital—somewhere unfamiliar.
So… he really had been sent to another world by a truck.
The stabbing sensation in his head eased a little.
Fragments of memories that did not belong to him began to pour into his mind.
"My name is Lin Chen."
"My parents are deceased."
"Physical level: 1.5. Mental level: 1.1."
"Third-year, Class Two, Z City No. 1 Martial Arts High School."
"Primary combat course: Swordsmanship."
"Overall academic performance is average, but my ambitions are high. My target university is Haidao No. 1 Martial Arts University."
These scattered bits of information left Lin Chen dumbfounded.
So… he had transmigrated into a high-martial-arts world?
Quantified physical and mental stats. High school focused on combat training. Universities dedicated to martial arts.
Wasn't this the textbook definition of a modern urban high-martial-arts setting?
And aside from the fragmented memories…
Lin Chen also noticed a transparent panel floating in front of him, displaying a loading progress bar.
This had to be the legendary "cheat" of a high-martial-arts world, right?
A third-year high school student, average grades, and then awakening a cheat—this was the standard protagonist setup for an urban high-martial-arts novel.
"Student, your mental energy seems a bit unstable. You'd better get some more rest."
As Lin Chen was absorbing those fragments of memory, a female voice sounded beside him.
A woman wearing a white lab coat—ordinary-looking, but with an exceptionally voluptuous figure—spoke up to remind him.
Lin Chen looked at her, and his mind reacted as if stimulated, bringing up another short memory.
This was the school infirmary.
The woman in front of him was the school nurse.
The pristine white bed, the nurse in a white coat sitting on a chair nearby—
Something about it felt… strange.
This infirmary didn't feel very proper. It even had a bit of a Japanese vibe.
A normal high-martial-arts school clinic shouldn't look like this, should it?
"I'm fine now, teacher," Lin Chen replied obediently, suppressing the sense of unease in his heart.
At this moment, the needle-like pain in his head had become extremely faint.
He had absorbed most of the fragmented memories. From now on, only familiar people or things would gradually trigger more memories from the original body.
In any case, since the original owner was an orphan, these memories were more than enough for him.
Compared to lying around here, he wanted to get to the classroom and begin the high-martial-arts life he had been looking forward to.
Seeing that Lin Chen was out of bed and walking and talking normally, the nurse didn't say much more.
She prescribed him some calming medication and then ignored him.
"A high-martial-arts world… I'm really looking forward to it."
Lin Chen casually slipped the medicine into his jacket pocket and walked toward the infirmary door with a trace of excitement.
At that moment, he was imagining soaring through the skies—
Slashing down giant birds, trampling colossal beasts, and crossing the void with nothing but his physical body.
"You're so damn noisy. You women annoy me the moment you start screaming. Get lost."
As Lin Chen opened the infirmary door, a deep, powerful voice rang in his ears.
Before even seeing the person, just hearing the voice conveyed an image of someone tall and imposing.
Only someone whose muscles compressed their vocal cords could produce such a resonant voice.
Yet somehow, Lin Chen felt that this voice was oddly familiar.
Stepping out of the infirmary, he saw a towering man surrounded by three girls.
The man was extremely tall—at least 1.95 meters.
His black school uniform couldn't possibly conceal his explosive muscles; the fabric was stretched tight, outlining clean, powerful lines.
His facial features were just as hard and sharp as his physique. Even a black cap couldn't hide the edge in his looks.
And yet, this man among men—
Was Lin Chen's classmate. A fellow third-year high school student.
A faint prickling sensation stirred in his head. Without realizing it, Lin Chen greeted him in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Jo… Taro."
That's right—Kujo Jotaro. That was the man's name.
For some unknown reason, close friends called him "JO Taro."
"Lin Chen, you're awake."
Seeing Lin Chen, Jotaro pushed past the girls in front of him and walked straight over.
He wasn't good at expressing emotions.
After confirming that Lin Chen was fine, he simply raised his right hand and lightly patted Lin Chen's shoulder.
"Annoying."
After that, Jotaro turned around and shouted impatiently at the three lovestruck girls behind him.
The result was that the girls looked even more infatuated.
Lin Chen was speechless.
But what left him even more speechless was Jotaro himself.
He instinctively took a step away from him.
His mind was in complete chaos.
Wasn't this supposed to be a high-martial-arts world? What was Jotaro doing here?
The name was exactly the same. The height, build—even the personality matched.
This was that Jotaro—the one whose face practically screamed "invincible."
Yet the memories clearly stated that this man was his high school classmate.
Not only that—they were quite close. Even after being reshuffled into classes three times, they had always ended up in the same class.
Since when did the JoJo universe have high-martial-arts schools?
Don't be ridiculous.
Lin Chen felt an intense sense of dissonance.
At that moment, Jotaro had already walked off coolly, clearly heading back to the classroom.
He didn't ask Lin Chen many questions.
Nor did he complain about waiting outside the infirmary for so long.
"Let's go. If we don't hurry, we'll be late for the next practical combat class."
Jotaro's voice snapped Lin Chen out of his daze.
"Practical combat class…"
No matter what, memories didn't lie.
This was ultimately a high-martial-arts world. Even if there were a few anime characters mixed in, so be it.
First, he would familiarize himself with the high-martial-arts curriculum and activate his cheat.
Then he'd shine in public, get into a good martial arts university—that couldn't go wrong.
Lin Chen comforted himself, deciding that improving his own strength was what mattered most.
With that thought in mind, he followed after Jotaro.
As he walked through the teaching building, more memories of the school surfaced from the original body.
The farther he walked, the more familiar the place became.
They parted ways at a stairwell.
The two of them specialized in different practical combat courses.
Lin Chen had chosen swordsmanship, while Jotaro focused on unarmed combat.
Unlike Lin Chen, who ranked near the bottom, Jotaro's grades—according to the memories—were outstanding.
Watching Jotaro's broad, imposing figure disappear down the corridor, Lin Chen couldn't help but sigh.
For a third-year high school student to be built like that—it was practically a congenital high-martial-arts holy body.
In the original work, Jotaro was already a fighting prodigy, able to easily defeat adults even as a child.
Under a high-martial-arts world setting, who knew what kind of monster he would grow into?
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Lin Chen had unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the swordsmanship classroom.
The classroom was enormous—after all, practical combat training required plenty of space.
"Hey, Lin Chen! I heard you fainted."
Just as Lin Chen stepped inside, an extremely beautiful girl revealed a delicate little fang as she smiled and greeted him.