Man From Another Wold

CHAPTER 2: A NEW WORLD, A NEW LIFE

Hansen walked out of the bathroom calmly, dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before. The air in the hotel room felt much quieter than earlier. His eyes scanned the room, and he quickly realized—Lauren was gone.

He didn't think much of it, but his gaze momentarily caught a faint red stain left on the bed.

He stared at it briefly, then took a short breath. No particular emotion surfaced within him.

In his past life, before his engagement, he had been with many women.

As the supreme martial arts master, women had flocked to him like moths to a flame. They admired him, idolized him, and many willingly gave themselves to him. In his old world, such relationships were commonplace.

However, in this world, it seemed different norms applied. Lauren had clearly been panicked and shocked earlier. Perhaps, for a girl like her, last night was not something ordinary.

But that wasn’t his concern.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, he gazed out through the large window overlooking the city. This world was utterly different from his own. Towering buildings, motorized vehicles moving along the streets, and not a single trace of spiritual energy he could sense.

"A world without cultivation... interesting," he murmured.

In his previous life, power was everything. Without strength, one could die at any moment. But in this world, it seemed that different rules applied. People relied on technology, not physical prowess or spiritual energy.

So how did one survive in this world?

Hansen knew one thing—no matter the world, the principle remained the same. The strong controlled the weak. If he wanted to survive, he needed to find a way to regain his power, even without qi.

For that, the first step was to understand the life of the body's original owner.

He picked up the phone lying on the bedside table, turned it on, and began scanning through the information available.

As he already knew, the previous owner of this body was named Hansen, an ordinary college student. No wealthy family, no grand inheritance, and worse—he wasn’t outstanding in academics or sports.

"Weak in the cultivation world, weak in this world too," Hansen clicked his tongue. "But that’s not a big deal."

The phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. The screen lit up, displaying the name of a contact: Ferdinan.

Hansen frowned for a moment before the memories of this body's owner resurfaced.

Ferdinan—Hansen’s close friend. Unlike Hansen, who lived modestly, Ferdinan came from a wealthy family. However, he wasn’t an arrogant or conceited type. On the contrary, he was kind-hearted and often helped Hansen in times of trouble.

Without hesitation, Hansen answered the call.

"Where are you, Hansen? I've called you multiple times!" a concerned voice came through the phone.

Hansen glanced around the hotel room before responding casually, "At a hotel."

"Huh? Hotel?!" Ferdinan sounded shocked. "Don't tell me... you actually left with Lauren last night?"

Hansen didn’t answer immediately. From the original owner’s memories, he knew that Ferdinan had also been at the party last night. Apparently, his friend knew what had happened.

"Seems like it," Hansen replied, still in a calm tone.

On the other end, Ferdinan let out a long sigh. "My God… I don't know whether you're lucky or just stupid. Do you even know who she is?"

Hansen narrowed his eyes. From the memories he had gathered, Lauren was no ordinary woman. She was a popular and beautiful college student, and she came from a well-known family.

"Don’t tell me you’re unaware of her status?" Ferdinan continued, his voice tinged with worry. "She's not just beautiful—she's also engaged to someone you shouldn't mess with."

Hansen raised an eyebrow. Now this was getting interesting.

"Who?" he asked casually.

Ferdinan hesitated for a moment before answering, "Candra Atmajaya. The son of the Atmajaya family. You know, one of the most powerful families in this city."

Hansen pondered for a moment. Based on the information in this body’s memories, the Atmajaya family was indeed quite influential and financially powerful. If Lauren was truly engaged to Candra Atmajaya, last night’s incident could become a serious problem.

However, Hansen only smirked.

"Interesting," he murmured.

"Interesting?!" Ferdinan nearly shouted. "Damn it, are you not afraid of dying?! Candra Atmajaya is short-tempered and doesn’t hesitate to destroy anyone who crosses him. You need to be careful!"

Hansen chuckled lightly. "Relax."

Ferdinan sighed heavily over the phone. "Fine, do whatever you want. Anyway, if you need anything, call me. By the way, I’m at our usual café right now. If you're free, come over."

"Alright," Hansen replied before ending the call.

After hanging up, Hansen opened his banking app. His eyes narrowed upon seeing the balance displayed on the screen.

Only a few dollars left.

He remained silent for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.

"With this much money, I can’t even eat properly," he muttered.

This world might be different, but one thing remained the same: money was power. Without money, a person would only be a nobody—mocked and trampled by those above.

I need to make money. After all, life won’t be easy without wealth.

As a former supreme martial artist, he had many ways to survive—even dominate the world.

"Opportunities will arise," he murmured with a faint smile. "With my talents, making money should be easy."

Leaving the hotel, Hansen walked through the city's streets with a calm demeanor. He observed this new world more closely—towering buildings, fast-moving vehicles, and people busy with their daily lives.

Without Spiritual Energy or martial arts, the people in this world seemed entirely dependent on technology and money.

But that wasn’t a problem for him.

After walking a few blocks, he arrived at a bustling traditional market. The place was filled with street vendors selling everything from food to clothing to strange trinkets.

He entered a stationery shop and bought several sheets of high-quality paper along with ink. Once he had everything he needed, Hansen searched for a relatively quiet spot at the market’s corner.

Sitting cross-legged, he placed the paper in front of him and began working.

With steady and precise movements, he dipped the brush into the ink and started drawing ancient symbols on the paper. The lines seemed simple, yet they contained complex and meaningful patterns.

Talismans.

In his previous world, talismans were tools often used by cultivators. Some offered protection, others enhanced luck, and some even healed minor ailments.

Hansen still possessed the knowledge and skills to create basic talismans using the remaining natural energy.

After finishing a few, he unrolled a small mat he had found nearby and laid out the talismans. Then, he wrote a small sign:

LUCK & HEALING TALISMANS – GUARANTEED EFFECTIVE!

It didn’t take long before a few people started noticing him. An elderly man with a cane approached, frowning in skepticism.

"You’re selling talismans? In this day and age?" the man asked doubtfully.

Hansen smiled calmly. "Yes, sir. These talismans can bring good luck and even heal minor illnesses."

The old man chuckled. "Nonsense! If things like this actually worked, the world would already be filled with rich and healthy people!"

However, before the old man could leave, Hansen picked up one of the talismans and handed it to him.

"Just try it, sir. If it doesn’t work, I won’t charge you a single cent."