Level Eater - Chapter 74: The Unpleasant Town

“My name is Shun Satsujin. I'm an orphan… and someone who died only to be reborn into a world filled with fictional stories I once knew.”I expected a cheat ability—something powerful or overpowered. But all I got… was an intense exercise method called Herculess Method and a challenging life.Now, I'm just trying to survive and stay on track.That was the plan—until I enrolled in Shuchiin Academy.And suddenly, I found myself surrounded by girls from anime I used to watch.One by one, they started getting involved with me.

A young man plagued by recurring nightmares finds himself visiting a blind fortune teller, who sends him to a world of martial arts that looks a lot like the wuxia stories he used to read.

In the sky of this world, a tome shines every now and then, revealing the hierarchy of mighty beings that seek power amid troubled times. Determined to unravel the mysteries of his involuntary journey and the secrets of the world he has ended up in, he endeavors to ascend the tome’s rankings, all while looking for a path back home.

Official Chinese blurb

Wandering the jianghu with a blade and wine, where beauties’ grace is filling one’s mind.

A youth, saber on his back and wine gourd at the waist, strides forth, yet the jianghu of his heart seems only more elusive;

With each flipped page of the Tome of Troubled Times, decades of nights soaked in rain pass over the jianghu.

As he suddenly turns to look back, he finds that the mortal world has shattered in his wake.

The eldest daughter of the Li family is beautiful and sassy, ​​she took space materials to flee famine, and after going through many difficulties in war, disease and epidemic, she united with her family to regain the glory and harvested a beautiful boy.

- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.