After leaving the smith he decided that it is time to open new world and explore new possibilities.
He knew that the only way to grow stronger was to step outside of his comfort zone and challenge himself.
Joshua made his way to the outskirts of the village, where he had a modified house that had been further modified into a hidden Bunker.
This is not the only bunker he made, he had made a private undergunderground bunker in Terra just below his mansion. Just like a smart bunny has three burrows, he had to prepare just in case one is compromise.
The village was quiet, with the occasional sound of laughter or clanging pots drifting through the air.
It was a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city, but it was here that he had found his purpose, his new world.
His house looked unassuming from the outside, but it was here that he open new world.
Crack
Upon entering he immediately went to the black hole ready to touch it. Before he touch it, he prayed hoping it was not that dangerous.
Carrying leather armor, sword, a small handgun, and pouch of gold ignot.
With a deep breath, Joshua reached out and touched the black hole. A sudden jolt of energy shot through him, and the place around him disappeared.
He found himself in a lush, verdant forest, the smell of damp earth and fresh foliage filling his nose.
The sensation was overwhelming, as if he had been plunged into a world of vibrant color and sound after a lifetime of grayness.
The air was thick with moisture, clinging to his skin as he took in his new surroundings.
Then suddenly felt immense pain.
Joshua's body began to spasm, the change coming over him in waves of agony.
It felt as though every cell in his body was being rewritten, reborn into something new. His bones stretched and popped, his muscles contracted and expanded.
He could feel his senses sharpening, his eyesight growing more acute, and his hearing tuning into the symphony of the forest around him.
The pain was unbearable, like nothing he had ever experienced before, but he knew that this had happen before. After he was teleported to the world of Di he felt pain all over his body butwasbearable unlike now where he felt immense pain.
He doubled over, clutching at his stomach as if trying to hold himself together. The forest around him grew blurry as his vision swam with each agonizing pulse of change.
He could feel his skin stretching, his body reconfiguring itself to be one with this new land.
The pain grew more intense with every passing moment, but through the haze, he heard a faint whisper of the forest itself, welcoming him. It was a strange sensation, as if the very essence of the world was melding with his own.
He could feel the life force of the plants and animals around him, their energy pulsing in time with his own erratic heartbeat, something was introduce inside of him.
Then all the pain immediately went away.
After few minutes of rest he stand up.
The pain he felt after stepping unto new worlds is a process that can be called evolution or adaptation. With his control of his body at Innate Qi realm he knew he was not purely human now.
It seems every world he visit he would evolve and adapt to this world's logic. The reason why he was able to practice martial arts was because he had evolve his body that can perfectly accommodate it.
That is why others keep saying I had a perfect body meant to practice martial arts.
Now I know the reason. Joshua sigh learning that he was not born naturally for martial arts but was change by Crack or the world's logic.
As he stood up straight, the leaves rustled gently beneath his feet, the forest whispering secrets to him. He took a moment to breathe it all in, feeling his newfound power pulsing through him, eager to be unleashed.
Joshua's keen eyes scanned the horizon, spotting a wisp of smoke rising in the distance. Curiosity piqued, he followed the trail, his steps swift and silent.
As he approached, the outline of a village began to emerge from the foliage. It was a quaint place, with thatched-roof huts and a communal well at its center.
The villagers moved about their daily routines, seemingly oblivious to the presence of an outsider.
He observed from the shadows, watching as children played and elders sat by the well, sharing stories and laughter. The air was filled with the aroma of cooking fires and the distant clang of metal on metal, hinting at a blacksmith at work.
There was an undeniable sense of peace that emanated from the village and he confirm that is not a bandit or cannibal tribe, yet he knew better than to let his guard down.
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Cautiously, he approached the village edge, his senses heightened.
The villagers noticed him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and wariness.
He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture, his eyes conveying his intentions as he stepped into the open.
A hush fell over the villagers as they gathered around him, sizing him up.
Joshua took a deep breath and tried to communicate with body language while speaking, hoping that his movement would be understood if his language was not understood.
The villagers exchanged glances, their tension not immediately dissipating.
The villagers tried communicating but Joshua could not understand the language of this world but he found some similarities of this from the world of Di. He just hope they could accept him for few days and learn from them so they could understood each other better.
The Villagers made way for an elderly man who look like a wise scholarly sage.
The elder, with a gentle smile, raised his hand, and a soft, golden light enveloped both Joshua and himself.
The air grew still, and the whispers of the villagers faded into the background as a warm sensation washed over them.
Suddenly, the words of the villagers became clear to Joshua, as if they were speaking in his native tongue.
He looked at the elder in amazement. "How did you do that?"
The elder chuckled. "A simple language spell," he explained.
"We are an inclusive people, and we welcome those who come in peace. Tell me, young traveler, what brings you to our humble village?"
Joshua took out a pouch of gold coins, a universal symbol of wealth and goodwill.
"I've just arrived in this land and I'm a bit lost," he said, his voice earnest. "I seek shelter and knowledge. I can pay for my stay."
The elder's eyes lit up at the sight of the gold, and he nodded approvingly.
"Ah, you come from afar," he said.
"Our village welcomes all who wish to learn and grow. Tell me, what skills do you possess?"
Joshua thought for a moment, then spoke with confidence.
"I am a blacksmith," he said, "and a warrior in training."
The mention of his blacksmithing abilities sparked interest in the villagers. One of them, a young girl, spoke up.
"Our village smithy is old and frail," she said. "He can no longer forge weapons or armor as he once did. If you can help us, we will be in your debt."
The villagers nodded in agreement, and the elder spoke again.
"In exchange for your skills and your gold, you may stay with us. We have a quiet place for you to live and train."
Joshua followed the elder through the winding paths of the village, his heart racing with excitement. He was eager to learn more about this new world and the people who called it home.
The village was a harmonious blend of simplicity and elegance, with wooden houses adorned with intricate carvings and lush gardens teeming with exotic plants.
As they approached the smithy, the rhythmic clanging of metal against metal grew louder. Inside, an old man with a thick beard and muscular arms was hammering away at a glowing piece of metal. His eyes were sharp, and when he looked up to see Joshua and the elder, they narrowed with curiosity.
The elder introduced Joshua to the village blacksmith.
"This is our newest member," he said.
"He is a blacksmith and a warrior in training. He will be staying with us for a time, and I'm sure he will be an asset to our community."
The blacksmith, a elderly person named Ouyang Ling, snorted and set down his hammer. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a leather apron and eyed Joshua up and down.
"So, you think you can handle the forge, do ya?" he challenged.
"If you want to be a smith under this roof, you'll have to build your own anvil and forge hammer."
Joshua took a deep breath, undeterred by the old man's gruff demeanor. "I understand, Master Ouyang," he replied with respect.
"I've brought gold and knowledge of techniques from my home. I'm eager to learn from you and contribute to the village."
Ouyang Ling's expression softened slightly, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement.
"Gold and knowledge, huh?" He strode over to a corner of the smithy and gestured to a pile of untouched iron ore.
"Alright, boy, if you want to prove your worth, start with this. Build your anvil and forge hammer with your own two hands."
Joshua nodded, eager to begin. He picked up a chunk of the heavy iron ore and felt its weight in his hand. The process of blacksmithing was ingrained in him, a craft honed over countless times of hard work and dedication in Di.
"Alright," he said with a determined grin, "let's do this."
Joshua set to work immediately. He knew that crafting his own anvil and forge would not only prove his worth but also give him a deeper connection to the village.
The blacksmith, Ouyang Ling, watched him with a skeptical eye, but there was a glimmer of respect in his gaze as he saw the foreigner's passion.
The process was backbreaking, the heat from the forge a constant reminder of the fiery transformation he had undergone in the black hole.
But with each swing of the hammer, he felt more at home in this new environment. He worked tirelessly, shaping the iron into the form of an anvil and hammer, feeling the metal give way to his will.
He decided to use Qi Structure into anvil and hammer just like on Di.
Ouyang Ling watched him with a raised eyebrow.
"You're more than just a simple blacksmith, aren't you?" he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Joshua paused in his work, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"I've had a... unique journey to get here," he admitted, not revealing too much about his otherworldly origins. He decided to show but not tell anything unless they really needed it.
The blacksmith snorted, his doubt evident.
"Words mean nothing if you can't back them up with steel and sweat," Ouyang Ling said gruffly.
"If you want to be a smith here, you must build your own forge hammer and anvil from the ground up."
Joshua took the challenge to heart, channeling his newfound Qi into the task.
His muscles bulged as he hammered the iron into shape, his movements swift and precise.
The villagers, who had been watching from a distance, grew increasingly amazed as the structure of the anvil began to take form.
His strength was unparalleled, and the Qi that surrounded him made the metal almost seem to melt under his touch.
He had use Qi and oil to quickly cool anvil and hammer forging it in a hours that should have taken maybe days or maybe weeks.
Seeing it completed, he look at the elder and the black smith with a smile.
"Elder, Sir Ouyang Ling, am I accepted?"
Both nodded their heads approvingly and calmly.
Which made Joshua see that Martial arts Qi is not that shocking maybe they have something similar or even better, making him excited.
"Kid, the village have a free plot of land on the edge of the village, that is yours from now on. Do you need help building your house and smith?" Ask the elder.
Calming down, Joshua offered gold for the house to be build based on his instructions.
"Alright it seems you had planned it so you are dismissed" said elder handed him a bracelet telling him that he can speak with other with that, shocking Joshua once more.
After seeing the villagers and Joshua left.
The elder look at the blacksmith and inquire on what he thought of the fella.
"That kid is a martial artist and a young one at that, not only he had good knowledges and techniques on smithing he seems not that much different from those noble brats." Answered Ouyang Ling.
"Hmm, except he is humble and use weird language. Everything else is acceptable as long he do anything harmful to the village." The elder's eye glowed menacingly.
