Eight o'clock in the evening is the time for He Yunping Junior High School to get out of class.

As soon as he got out of class, he rushed out of the classroom like a wild horse without caring about everything, but the strange thing was that a large number of boys in the class rushed out with him, and in the end He Yunping could only escape to the toilet and make the last resistance behind the door. The person who looked outside the door effortlessly and easily pried the door open, and then He Yunping was quickly picked up and quickly fainted.

"Where am I?"

No one answered him, only a void, no different from the dreams he had had when he was a child, and there was nothing around him except for a book not far from him.

He was scared and excited, it was an old saying that curiosity killed a cat, and this was true, but he was not a cat, he was a person, a person full of creativity, He Yunping opened this very old book.

The book is visible and tangible, and the cover is made of brown paper, but it is not written in large gilded characters as He Yunping thought, but only two simple lines, which look like the handwriting is written with a gel pen.

"Welcome to your world, Creator."

"Creativity Level 1 (100/100)"

"It's so simple and straightforward, and now even this wonderful thing has advanced with the times." He teased, but what is this creativity? It was a question worth pondering, and he tried to put them together, but to no avail.

He thought back to his childhood.

When he was a child, He Yunping dreamed of becoming a scientist, which is the most normal, but even some people follow the clouds, but they really work hard to realize this dream.

The story turns one afternoon, He Yunping's father takes a deep puff of cigarette and turns to leave, and that is the last time He Yunping sees him.

He Yunping only met his father once in his memory, and he grew up with his mother, and he was very worried the night his father left, but what could he do.

The next day, the news came from the neighbor's mouth that he had become the son of a murderer.

He Yunping let out a breath, which was regarded as disgust at the termination of memories that could not be changed and annoyance at the current situation, he finally understood something.

"It's time to change the bullshit status quo."

He opened the book, turned to the second page, looked at the wooden sword that required 5 points of creativity to obtain, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"Can I bring this wooden sword to reality?"

No one answered, but he already had the answer in his mind, and he held it in his hand after making it, and suddenly found that the third page was open, and a voice came from his ears.

"Congratulations on reaching level 2, please look for the answer in the book."

Although the level has increased, the most important thing now is to leave here and take this sword in reality to take revenge on that group of scum, he thought to himself.

Since he had such an idea in his heart, he returned to reality for some reason, and He Yunping, who returned to reality, was still frozen in the picture of being caught at that time. But this time it's different, he thought to himself, and then increased his physical strength and arm damage from 5 (hit it with a pillow) to 10 (hit it with a fist a little hard) and then took out the wooden sword and rushed out, although it was just a wooden sword, but for some reason, its strength should not be underestimated, He Yunping held the hilt of the sword with both hands, poured strength with ten fingers, and stepped on the man's leg slightly from the center of the leg transformation, and then took the wooden sword behind his back to stun the person and backhanded the school bully who wanted to catch him into the trash, The two were extremely embarrassed, and the others were even more afraid to step forward, although He Yunping knew that it was only a temporary stun, but in order to retaliate against these little gangsters, he still gave a blow to each of them with his fist, and an afterimage instantly swept the human chassis, and he finally succeeded in counterattacking some by his own efforts, at least they would not bully themselves anymore and call themselves the sons of murderers.

He Yunping clapped his hands, threw the wooden sword into the storage space, and then turned around and left, returning to the classroom to pack his schoolbag.

"Today's incident, I guess no one will know, I'm just a scumbag, how can anyone know my strength?"

He smiled, but the matter had already been observed by the elves who had been hidden in the school.

Legend has it that there are three races in the world, the Terrans, the Demons and the Elves. This is good, but no one knows about it now, and the story passed down by word of mouth has long been adapted I don't know how many times, but the elves and demons have always been able to see humans, but humans have not noticed it, including He Yunping, but it was recorded on the last page of the book, and he knew it.

"The world is so big—"

He pretended to sigh, and then packed his schoolbag and went home, most of these things have nothing to do with him, he just wants to do justice and protect others, and now, he can only do it himself.

When he woke up the next morning, he was given a phone call.