Summoning Players into My Game Chapter 2: A Godlike Beginning

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Previously on Summoning Players into My Game...
Lin Qi activated the Martial Arts Transmission System in his dilapidated hall, setting maximum realism and uploading the hyper-realistic game Descent of High Martial at a premium price. Professional mecha streamer Fang Zhen, hyped by his audience, purchased and entered the game during his broadcast. He awoke chained in a dim basement, interrogated by Hall Master Lin Qi, who ordered him to complete two thousand squats within two hours to prove his worth.

The sun slowly dipped toward the horizon.

The fading glow bathed the rundown martial arts hall, its scarred floor cracked wide open where mice heads poked out from the fissures, bobbing around and oddly soothing Lin Qi.

"Player Fang Zhen, age 29, checking physical fitness, strength 76 kilograms, speed 7.3 meters per second."

"Evaluation?"

"Elementary school student."

Lin Qi rubbed his head while eyeing the small notebook he held, then struck through "elementary school student" and scribbled seven extra characters beside it.

Kindergarten senior class pending.

"Having to act like an NPC while also making them obedient, leading this team is really tough."

Lin Qi tucked away the notebook with a helpless sigh, his eyes then drifting to a spot in his view where a see-through panel materialized gradually.

System: Martial Arts Transmission System is activated. Current task one: ’Completely restore the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall,’ reward: Coach B6 type training machine, increases allowable player limit by 40.

Host: Lin Qi.

Age: 25.

Martial Arts Level: Probationary Apprentice.

Strength: 92 kilograms. (Apprentice standard: 100 kilograms)

Speed: 8.9 meters per second. (Apprentice standard: 10 meters per second)

Allowable player limit: 10 (current host limited to 1 online player, with 5 players pending).

The Martial Arts Transmission System pulls folks from Blue Star into this realm through the game and can boot players out anytime. Players respawn post-death at no expense, making its powers nothing short of divine.

But now...

Lin Qi found himself rethinking the system entirely.

Sure, the system summons players, yet their bodily prowess falls woefully short.

Bam!

Bam! Bam!

"This used generator is so unreliable, power cuts out constantly, and they charged me 500 bits for it—that black lizard’s heart is pitch black."

Inside the lounge, Lin Qi smacked the growling metal beast before him, grumbling softly.

Lin Qi had been a 25-year-old startup founder from Blue Star, grinding since his college days to build his game tech firm. He’d just hit financial independence and planned to kick back when, two weeks back, he abruptly crossed over to this world.

Crossing over was bad enough, but showing up stark naked without a stitch was overkill. Luckily, fortune smiled—he landed straight in this deserted martial arts hall.

Rummaging for garb in the hall, Lin Qi uncovered stacks of outdated books and mags, piecing together key details about this world.

This Blue Star bore no resemblance to Lin Qi’s old home; it was a high-martial realm teeming with diverse races, advanced tech, and perils beyond imagination.

Back in July 2025, Blue Star’s oceans tore apart, unleashing disaster.

Ferocious beasts roamed the wilds, shrugging off guns and cannons, while beast tides routinely razed cities, squeezing human territory to scraps.

In time, humans adapted by turning to martial artists.

Mastering martial arts shattered bodily limits, uplifting their existence and granting the might to battle those monstrous foes. Soon, countless races arose, martial arts boomed for centuries, and even today, warriors embody the dream of safeguarding humanity—martial training mandatory in high schools everywhere, college admissions hinging on martial exams.

Fall short on the martial test, and no college for you, even with perfect liberal arts scores. Martial Arts Universities demand top martial marks.

Post-grad job hunts? HRs at big firms start with a punch test.

Survive the first punch, advance to round two; clear all three, and you’re in—no further checks.

Martial arts’ surge birthed dojos everywhere like springing weeds. Lin Qi’s Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall dates to Chasing Light City’s founding days.

Though now in Chasing Light City’s forsaken zone—where even mutts steer clear—the vast 80,000-square-meter site offers rundown shelter from storms, keeping Lin Qi off the pavement.

"Yeah, this generator’s toast for good." Lin Qi slapped it once more, but the hall’s lights kept stuttering, no fix in sight.

"This is a generator, a delicate machine—not some brat you mend with a few whacks." A towering woman past two meters, pale-skinned with a high ponytail and cybernetic arm, strode up to Lin Qi and unleashed kicks on the iron lump, shattering nearby tiles with each blow. After a dozen strikes, the lights steadied. "All set. But pump up that strength—keep at it."

"Thanks." Gazing at the steadily lit training area, Lin Qi marveled inwardly, "True to her license as Chasing Light City’s mechanician, her power dwarfs the average."

Luo Qi, 24, worked a weapons store on Chasing Light City’s outskirts. She’d saved Lin Qi’s skin after his arrival in this martial world and clued him in on the realm and city alike.