Awakening.

In a world where cultivation meant everything, Lin Jian was an ordinary mid-talent cultivator, an outer disciple of the Azure Blossom Sect that nestled in the tranquil valleys of the Eastern Province as a Second Rate Sect! 

It was a world where talent was the currency of power, and Lin Jian had always felt like a pauper in this regard.

"Another day," Lin Jian muttered to himself as he pushed his tired body off the hard, stone floor. The room was dimly lit by the pale glow of dawn, and the air was filled with the familiar scent of incense and earth.

He had grown accustomed to the solitude of his mornings, finding solace in the practice of martial forms in the stillness before the sect came to life.

His daily life was a repetitive cycle of training and chores. Each morning, he would rise before the first rays of the sun, feeling the chill of the stone floors against his bare feet. The sect's training grounds lay just beyond his room, a sprawling expanse of well-trodden earth where disciples practiced their martial arts under the watchful eyes of their masters.

Lin Jian's talent had always been average at best, a cruel fact that had hung over him since he first stepped onto the cultivation path. While his peers soared through the ranks, their inner qi forming like cascading waterfalls, Lin Jian's progress was more like a meandering stream.

Despite his efforts, he remained a mid-talent cultivator, unnoticed by the sect's elders and overshadowed by his gifted comrades."Is this all there is for me?" he wondered aloud, his voice a quiet murmur in the stillness of the room. But even as he voiced his doubts, there was a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

His meals were simple affairs, a bowl of rice and a few vegetables. The sect's grand dining hall was reserved for the most accomplished disciples, a place where laughter and camaraderie echoed like a distant song.

Lin Jian would sit at a corner table, his eyes wandering over the exalted figures who occupied the hall's ornate chairs, wondering if he would ever join their ranks.

But beneath his humble exterior, Lin Jian harbored a burning ambition. He had always believed that he was meant for greatness, destined to rise above his station and prove the naysayers wrong.

It was this unyielding determination that had kept him going, even in the face of adversity.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of crimson and gold, Lin Jian retired to his room, his heart heavy with the weight of unfulfilled dreams.

He fell asleep that night with the same thought that had accompanied him into countless dreams before: "There must be more to life than this."

But when he awoke, something was amiss.

Hovering above him, an otherworldly blue screen pulsed with an eerie glow. Its ethereal presence filled the room, casting shadows that danced upon the walls.

Lin Jian blinked, half convinced that he was still dreaming, but the screen remained, a tantalizing enigma in his reality.

Intrigued, he reached out to touch it, his fingers brushing the cool, intangible surface.

The screen reacted to his touch, its inscrutable symbols shifting and rearranging. It displayed just one option: "Roll for a new talent once a day."

Lin Jian's heart raced as he stared at the cryptic screen. He could hardly believe his eyes. It had appeared out of nowhere, and he couldn't comprehend its origin or purpose.

Yet, the prospect of rolling for a new talent ignited a spark of hope in his otherwise ordinary life.

As he pondered the implications of this strange discovery, Lin Jian couldn't help but wonder if fate had finally smiled upon him.