Chapter 3: rebirth

  Chapter 3: The Rebirth

He remembered.

His previous life, his prior world, his former self—all came rushing back to him. His name, his identity, his status—it all flooded his consciousness. He was Li Feng.

He had been the prodigy of the Heavenly Star Sect, the savior of humanity, the deity of the mortal realm. Mastering the Nine Stars Art, wielding the Heavenly Star Sword, and establishing the Star God Palace had all been his doing. He had led the Star God Alliance, clashed with the Demon God Clan, and challenged the Immortal Emperor.

But he had been betrayed.

Betrayed by his closest friend, his most devoted disciple, his dearest lover—Liu Yun, the one who thrust a poisoned dagger into his heart. Liu Yun, who had been a spy for the Demon God Clan. Liu Yun, who had stolen his Heavenly Star Sword and his knowledge of the Nine Stars Art.

He had been poisoned.

The Heavenly Star Sect, his own sect, his own family, his own people, had conspired against him. They had used him as a pawn in their sinister plot, wanting his secrets and treasures. They had collaborated with the Demon God Clan and the Immortal Emperor, poisoning him.

He had been left for dead.

Abandoned in a forbidden land—an abyssal rift—where no one could survive, where no escape was possible. In the Abyssal Rift, unspeakable horrors and dangers loomed.

Yet, he had endured.

He survived with his last vestiges of strength and willpower. His immortal cultivation and mad god soul had sustained him. He had employed a secret technique, learned from an ancient scroll, to defy death.

He had escaped.

With his secret technique, he had created a spatial tunnel, a lifeline leading to another world. Sacrificing a portion of his soul and power, he had broken free from the Abyssal Rift.

And now, he stood in a new world.

A world unlike any he had known. The Wasteland, a desolate, unforgiving place where life was nonexistent, and death reigned supreme.

He encountered something new.

A system, mysterious and helpful—the Mad God System. It bestowed upon him the power to cultivate in any world, any realm, using madness as fuel. It resonated with his very essence.

He was reborn.

A new identity, a new name—he chose to call himself Mad God. It was a name that felt just right, fitting his nature perfectly.

A smile graced his face.

He embraced this fresh beginning. The new world, new opportunities, new challenges—it all invigorated him. The madness, the power, the exhilaration of it all filled him with happiness and contentment.

He was ready.

Ready to embark on this new journey, ready for the adventure that lay ahead, ready for his new life. He eagerly anticipated exploring this world, this realm, and the enigmatic tower that loomed in the distance.

He was determined.

He gazed up at the crimson sun, a mad sun casting its eerie light. He cast his eyes downward, spotting the massive black tower—a giant tower, shrouded in mystery. He looked within himself and saw a blue screen—a simple screen, a helpful screen.

A quest awaited.

**[Quest: Enter the Tower of Madness]**

**[Description: The Tower of Madness is the ultimate destination for anyone who wants to become a mad god. It is also the only place where you can survive in this world. Enter the tower and begin your mad journey]**

**[Reward: 1000 madness points]**

**[Accept? Y/N]**

He spotted the quest and responded with an unwavering nod—an affirmation, a decisive acceptance.

He embraced it.

With the acceptance of the quest, a confirming ding resonated—a pleasant sound of confirmation.

**[Quest accepted]**

**[You have entered the Tower of Madness]**

**[Welcome to the Mad God System]**

**[Welcome to the Mad God's Journey]**