Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

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The intense pain made Wang Chen's consciousness instantly return to himself.

He instinctively opened his eyes, only to find his eyelids covered by a warm, sticky liquid, and it felt like a red-hot steel needle was piercing into his brain, reaching an extreme level of agony.

Wang Chen instinctively wiped his face.

His hand came away covered in fresh blood!

At this moment, he realized he was lying in a dark and filthy alley, with hurried footsteps and excited shouts coming from ahead: "Quick, let's take down this gray-skinned dog together!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chen felt a strong sense of crisis rising within him.

Without thinking, he drew the short baton strapped to his waist, and with his left hand supporting the ground, he leapt up fiercely.

A burly man had just charged over, raising a foot to kick Wang Chen.

However, Wang Chen moved faster, swinging the short baton in his hand with lightning speed, smashing it fiercely onto the opponent's kneecap.

With a crisp "crack," this burly man fell to the ground screaming.

Wang Chen, his face covered in blood, stepped forward to confront the next two men who came quickly behind, his expression becoming extremely fierce.

"Die!"

A low roar came from his throat as he swung the baton again towards the man on the right.

The force was strong, and the wind whistled in his ears!

Although this man held a dagger, faced with Wang Chen's aggressive attack, he did not dare to meet it head-on and hastily dodged back.

As a result, the baton swung by Wang Chen carved an arc through the air, hitting the person's arm on the left.

The sound of bones cracking echoed again.

In an instant, the three enemies were in disarray.

But Wang Chen did not pursue the victory further; instead, he accelerated and ran forward, quickly rushing out of the alley.

He emerged onto the street outside.

Passing pedestrians were shocked at the sight of Wang Chen, whose face was covered in blood; some hurriedly avoided him, while others screamed.

Wang Chen ignored these passersby and kept running forward, following his memory.

Bright red blood continued to flow down from his forehead, forcing him to hold his wound with one hand while running until he saw several blue bicycles parked beside the sidewalk ahead.

Wang Chen instantly breathed a huge sigh of relief.

The memory that appeared in his mind informed him that this was the Third Precinct of the Lower City District in Lande City.

It was also the unit where Wang Chen worked in this life!

He dashed into the open door, almost colliding with a middle-aged officer leaning on a desk and smoking.

"Damn it!"

The middle-aged officer, caught off guard, thought he was being attacked and had his right hand pressed on the gun holster at his waist.

But he didn't draw his gun, for he saw Wang Chen's appearance clearly and asked in shock: "By Yala, Trainee Officer Ronan, who beat you up?"

Wang Chen panted heavily, slumped into the chair beside him, waving wordlessly.

Seeing this scene, the officers in the precinct gathered around one by one.

One female officer brought out a first aid kit.

After a simple treatment, Wang Chen's head was wrapped in a thick bandage, and he finally recovered his strength.

His injuries weren't severe; he just lost a lot of blood.

The middle-aged officer asked again, "Where's Old Hart? Wasn't he with you?"

Wang Chen took a sip of water, smiled bitterly, and said, "We ran into a group of thieves and got separated during the chase. I got ambushed in the alley and almost lost my life."

The officers exchanged strange glances with each other.

The middle-aged officer patted Wang Chen on the shoulder and said with earnestness, "Ronan, you're just a trainee officer, you don't even have the qualification to carry a service weapon. There's no need to risk your life like this."

"I understand your eagerness to become a full officer, but your own life is the most important thing, understand?"

Wang Chen nodded: "Yes, Deputy Chief Sean, I understand. Thank you."

He knew very well that with his current identity, it was impossible to expect the deputy chief to stand up for him.

This man was Deputy Chief Sean O'Cort of the Third Precinct in the Lower City District.

Trainee Officer Ronan, namely Wang Chen's direct superior in this body!

"Good."

Deputy Chief Sean said with satisfaction, "Since you were injured on duty, go home and rest early, come back to work the day after tomorrow."

Wang Chen expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Deputy Chief, you are truly a good person!"

Sean was amused by him: "Go on."

After saying goodbye to the officers in the precinct, Wang Chen walked several hundred meters along the long sidewalk, then turned into another block, finally arriving at an old apartment building.

He greeted the elderly doorman and, under the old man's strange look, walked heavily up the stairs.

Up to the fifth floor.

He took out the key to open the door at the end of the hallway and entered a cramped room.

Then he fell face-up on the narrow wooden bed!

Countless memories surfaced in Wang Chen's mind.

Ronan Raymond, nineteen years old this year, born in a manor owner's family in the suburbs of Lande City, eastern Kingdom of Invia.

Ronan was an illegitimate child, his mother a maid in the manor, who died of illness shortly after he was born.

At sixteen, Ronan's nominal father sent him to a private school in Lande City, paid his three-year tuition in one lump sum, and severed the father-son relationship with him.

Ronan completed his studies through work-study programs, then passed the Rand City Main Police Department's exam, and after half a year of training, became a trainee officer at the Third Precinct in the Lower City District.

Today was only a month since he got the job, yet his young life was lost during a routine patrol mission.

That's right; the real Ronan is already dead, his body taken over by Wang Chen, who descended to this world.

As for the identity he started with in the Bloodmoon Realm, Wang Chen was satisfied.

Ronan Raymond's situation wasn't great, but not too bad either, at least he wasn't the lowest-level beggar or pariah, and he also had a job that, though dangerous, could at least guarantee subsistence.

Numerous descents to the Lower Realm allowed Wang Chen to adapt to the new identity and this body at the quickest pace.

He turned and sat up, taking the mirror on the small desk beside the bed.

The mirror reflected a young face.

Ronan Raymond had black hair and brown eyes. While not particularly handsome, his features were correct with a strong nose, quite appealing in appearance.

With regular exercise over the years, his physique and physical condition were decent; otherwise, he wouldn't have passed the Main Police Department's exam.

But undeniably, the current Ronan Raymond is just a rookie.

And a rookie with a passionate heart!

Although Wang Chen didn't know if the predecessor's attack was an unfortunate coincidence or the result of someone's deliberate action, he vowed to personally avenge this.

To settle this cause and effect.

From now on, he is Ronan Raymond!

Wang Chen silently told himself.

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The first update is here.