Chapter 1

A Chapter by MalTeddy

Facing more than five thousand armed foes and still not having the slightest wound, Jack swayed his sword-wielding hand as a warning sign to the five thousand foes around him.

The enemies could have known the danger from corpses and their injured allies of about the same number on the ground below them.

The foes keep dashing towards him in waves, swinging their swords which they know well would never be inserted into my flesh. Are they feared? Jack cannot tell from their masked face. But the face of him is just as grim and cold as the appearance of his mask.

“I won’t lose.”

From a view far away, it would look like a crowd of dust converging towards a tiny center. In the eyes of any of the particles in this particle storm, it is a massive gang trying to get rid of the most powerful man in the world.

Jack Chan was a university student from a top university in Hong Kong. Hong Kong and Jack Chan only make people think of Jacky Chan. In Hong Kong, however, this name was as ordinary and dull as his life. Jack knew well he shared no resemblance with Jacky Chan and any of the characters he had starred as.

The only extraordinary thing about Jack, who lived a life of gaming, friends, family, and academic work, was his grades. Academic ones, for sure. This was perhaps because the sentence, “I won’t lose”, which he always said in game, had somehow become his motto.

After receiving his extraordinary results in the public exam, Jack opted to study Pharmacy in spite of his mother’s insistence of him becoming a doctor. Considering the fact that he always had a weak body, somehow valetudinarian, he figured he couldn’t bear the stress and overwork of being a doctor.

These, however, were all before his transformation. Before the invasion, too.

The power came suddenly. Although Jack had always anticipated a great twist in his life, he never got bitten by a spider, or had enough money to fill a dirty cave with high-end computers and tank-cars. He didn’t have the muscle to beat up gangs of mobsters when night falls, too. It made sense, considering his power, since one cannot gain this power from the fangs of a teleporting, ice manipulating spider.

He simply woke up and found myself in the bleak center of Antarctica when the dazzling reflections of sunlight from the surrounding ice pierced through his eyelids. Jack sensed the chilly air but didn’t feel cold at all. For a moment he thought he was in Heaven.

For the next struck a snowstorm.

Still in shock, while suspecting this as a weird dream (which one seldom does in a real dream) and unable to find a barrier between him and the enormous cloud of snow, Jack crossed his arms in a defense posture as if this could help him survive a real snowstorm in only a T-shirt and a pair of boxers.