My stomach growled as I awoke on the second day. Darkness enveloped the room, but strangely enough, I could see its entire contents clearly. It turned out to be one of my eyes' new abilities. I felt my messy long hair touching my eyes and nose, giving me a bit of a ticklish sensation. I never had hair this long before, and it seemed like it would be a source of hassle. Fortunately, my hair had a remarkable quality: it was easy to manage and always smooth.

Now, the reality that I was in another world truly sunk in. Thankfully, it seemed like I wouldn't be waking up in that hospital bed again. A burden I never felt before lifted from my shoulders.

The room looked the same as before I slept, except for a food tray containing two rice balls. It seemed like the village chief gave it after I slept – I did sleep quite early yesterday. Sadly, I looked at the food with a frown as ants already swarmed it.

I was left with no choice but to dispose of the food, but I didn't want the village chief to see me throwing it away. So, I decided to burn it using a makeshift fire shroud. This action reminded me that I had a fireplace in the middle of the room, but unfortunately, I didn't have any firewood to start a fire.

Stepping out of the house, I was greeted by the panoramic view of the dawn sky, still adorned with countless stars. In the distance, a giant moon seemed to overshadow another moon behind it. This sight further reinforced my belief that I was in another world.

The sounds of crickets and frogs filled the air, occasionally punctuated by the distant crowing of a rooster. Fireflies flitted among the tall, wet grass, adding to the enchanting ambiance. The sky was still dark, but I could faintly see the lights of the villagers' houses as they began to stir, welcoming the new day.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, a sudden glimmer of light caught my eye. It was a lantern, its gentle glow growing brighter as it approached my humble abode. The light was carried by a young woman, her figure emerging from the twilight. She appeared to be around 17 or 18, with raven hair cascading down her shoulders and sun-kissed skin. Her attire was simple, a tunic reminiscent of the village folk, and in her other hand, she carried a tray, its contents hidden from view.

Noticing my presence, the woman raised her hand in a friendly wave. I returned the gesture, my curiosity piqued by her unexpected appearance. Who was she, and what did she bring?

As the sun began to paint the sky with hues of gold and pink, a timid voice broke the morning silence. "Ah, hi, good morning," a young girl greeted me, her cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness. "I'm Yurou. I brought you some food."

She held out a tray laden with rice balls, similar to the ones I had discarded earlier. For the first time, I got a clear look at her face. She had the typical features of a village girl, her nose adorned with a scattering of freckles.

"Do you need anything? My father said you'd be helping me out in the fields this morning. You'll need a hoe since we just finished harvesting and need to start preparing the land again," she explained earnestly.

"Thanks. My name is Lie Yan, nice to meet you," I replied, accepting the tray. "How can I borrow a hoe?"

Yurou's eyes lit up with a smile. "Oh, that's easy! Just follow me to the barn. We have plenty of tools there."

With that, she led me towards a weathered wooden structure at the edge of the village. The air was filled with the earthy scent of freshly tilled soil and the distant sounds of roosters crowing.

As we entered the barn, I was greeted by a sight. Shelves lined the walls, stacked high with hoes, rakes, pitchforks, and other farming implements. The air was thick with the scent of hay and wood.

Yurou guided me to a corner where a row of hoes stood at attention. "Take your pick," she said, gesturing towards them.

I reached for one, feeling the smooth wooden handle in my grip. It was heavier than I expected, but I knew I could handle it.

"Thanks again, Yurou," I said sincerely. "I appreciate your help."

Yurou's smile widened. "No problem, Lie Yan."

The girl hesitated at first, but finally mustered the courage to ask. "Excuse me, can I ask you something?"

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden question. "Sure, what is it?"

Her face lit up at my answer. "Are you from the city? My father said you lost your memory."

"I guess 'lost memory' isn't quite the right word, but I don't remember where I am. And as for your question, I'm not sure your definition of 'city' matches what I've experienced."

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She tilted her head slightly, confused. "So, you're not from the city?"

"You could say that," I replied. "But why do you want to know about the city?"

"Well, if you've lived in this village as long as I have, you might start thinking about leaving this boring place," she said with a hint of longing in her voice. "Sorry for bothering you. Okay, I'll go. No need to return the tray. I'll take it myself after I bring you dinner tonight. Oh, can I take yesterday's tray too?"

Understanding her intention, I stepped back into the house, grabbed the tray lying on the floor, brushed off the lingering ants, and then headed out to hand it to the girl.

Left alone once again, I was struck by a wave of confusion about what to do next. Eventually, I retreated back inside and finished off the food. Once my stomach was full, I was able to think clearly again.

Thoughts about what I would do with this world swirled in my head. I came to the conclusion that I would live life to the fullest in this second chance. Unlike my first life, which was filled with regrets, this time I was determined to live a meaningful one.

The temptation to venture into this fantastical realm was strong, but I resisted my curiosity and opted for a peaceful existence. Nonetheless, one thing was certain: I would make the most of every power I possessed. In this world, which was most likely a Wuxia realm, strength was paramount. However, my primary goal was to live life to the fullest.

Before dawn broke, I took some time to gather my thoughts and review the cultivation techniques I had learned. The "Sun Scripture" described it as a profound technique, with the best time to practice being sunrise. However, it seemed I had yet to reach the stage where it was necessary. For now, I was still in the Mortal Stage, where my primary focus was on training and optimizing my body.

Thanks to the [Body Tune-Up], I had met the initial requirements to unlock the Meridian. Only after the Meridian was open could I begin gathering the natural energy around me.

The morning sun's rays caressed my face, rousing me from a meditation that had lasted longer than I thought. Two of my meridians had been opened, and I was grateful that I didn't experience any effects like those described in Wuxia novels, such as excreting impurities from the skin. I felt more refreshed and energized, though the effect wasn't too significant. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to ponder this change any longer as I had to head to the fields soon.

As I approached the field, a lively gathering of people greeted my eyes. With a friendly introduction, I joined their ranks, eager to immerse myself in the tasks that lay before us.

The work at the field proved to be less strenuous than I had anticipated. To my surprise, the tools we employed were crafted from humble wood. It appeared that technology in this realm lagged far behind my own, or perhaps iron was simply a scarce commodity in these lands.

The sun perched high in the sky, casting its golden rays upon us, signaling the time for a much-needed respite. After a few more hours of diligent labor, we finally brought our endeavors to a successful conclusion. With ample time to spare, I made my way back home, my mind set on resuming my meditative practice. Contrary to popular belief, meditation was, in fact, a source of immense joy and tranquility.

The tranquility of my meditation was shattered by a knock on the door. To my surprise, it was Yurou, bearing a platter of steaming food. I expressed my gratitude, feeling a twinge of guilt for putting her to such trouble.

"I'm so sorry to inconvenience you like this," I apologized hesitantly. "Would it be alright if I came to your house directly to pick up my meals next time?"

Yurou shook her head reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. My father said this is only temporary. Your fireplace needs some repairs first, and after that, I'll teach you how to make these rice balls yourself."

As Yurou placed the platter, the aroma of freshly cooked rice and vegetables filled the air, tantalizing my taste buds. I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and appreciation for her kindness.

"Thank you so much, Yurou," I said sincerely. "I really appreciate your help."

Yurou smiled gently. "You're welcome. It's no trouble at all." With that, she turned to leave.

As Yurou's footsteps faded into the distance, I found myself lost in thought, contemplating ways to revive my waning appetite. The lack of writing materials initially posed a challenge to my planning endeavors, but I persevered, managing to sketch out a rough outline.

With my plan in place, I delved back into meditation, allowing my mind to drift until sleep gently embraced me.