The Overlord from Humble Origins

“Chu Yun, even if you kill me, I will never go to the Pleasure Pavilion!”

Inside the dilapidated hut, a woman’s hysterical cries rang out. Clay bowls, wooden stools, and a wooden table had all been smashed to pieces, littering the floor in utter chaos. In a corner of the room, a woman was curled up, trembling and pitiful.

On the other side stood a man clad in tattered hemp clothes, of average build—precisely the Chu Yun the woman had just named.

“Whether you want to or not, it’s not up to you!” he shouted, rushing at her, intent on dragging her off to the Pleasure Pavilion.

But as he took his first step, his foot slipped, he staggered, and crashed to the ground.

“Aaah!” he shrieked in pain, clearly having taken a hard fall. He struggled to get up, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t rise. In no time at all, his body went limp, as if all life had drained from him.

Huddled in the corner, the woman stared blankly, her frail frame still shivering. She didn’t dare look at Chu Yun to see what had become of him.

A moment later, Chu Yun suddenly sat bolt upright, as if jolted by electricity, his gaze a mixture of astonishment and confusion.

“I’m not dead?”

He had been a special forces combat medic. On a mission to destroy a terrorist virus research facility, his Warwolf squad found themselves trapped. They detonated explosives, perishing alongside the entire lab. He never imagined he would survive.

“Where is this place?”

The unfamiliar setting left him deeply perplexed. Not a single decent thing furnished the