1 Chapter 1 Catharsis
"I'm sorry, but I have feelings for someone else," in the wake of those crushing words spoken by a breathtakingly beautiful girl, our protagonist felt the world crumble around him.
Each syllable felt like a dagger piercing his heart, shredding it into irreparable fragments.
He stood there, paralyzed by the weight of her rejection, as if his entire existence had been condensed into that single, devastating moment.
As the realization of his shattered dreams sunk in, a profound emptiness engulfed him, draining the color from his surroundings.
It was as though the vibrant hues of life had been muted, leaving behind only a bleak, monochromatic landscape.
In the silence that followed, his soul seemed to wither, consumed by the abyss of unrequited love.
With a heavy sigh, he felt the last flicker of hope extinguish within him, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell.
And in that final, crushing moment, his body surrendered to the weight of his grief, collapsing to the ground in a heap of despair.
But just as the darkness threatened to consume him entirely, a strange sensation washed over him, like being swept away by an unseen tide.
In an instant, the world around him dissolved into a blur of light and shadow, and he found himself hurtling through the void, his consciousness adrift in the vast expanse of the unknown.
When his senses finally returned to him, he realized that he was no longer bound by the constraints of the world he once knew.
Instead, he found himself standing in a realm unlike any he had ever seen before—a place where the rules of reality seemed to bend and warp at every turn. A xianxia world to be exact!
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"Where am I?" Our protagonist muttered, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal a world veiled in mystery. Confusion swirled within his mind like a tempest, disorienting him momentarily.
But soon, like a deluge breaking through a dam, memories flooded back to him.
He remembered the sting of failure, each rejection a dagger to his pride, culminating in the crushing weight of his thousandth unsuccessful confession to a woman.
Then came the abrupt end to his mortal coil at the tender age of thirty, snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
And now, inexplicably, he found himself transmigrated into a xianxia realm, a world of mystical energies and ancient powers.
His past life's memories clung to him like shadows, a reminder of the existence he once knew.
But they were soon overshadowed by a torrent of alien thoughts, invading his consciousness with relentless force. With a curse upon his lips, he realized the grim truth of his predicament.
"FUCK ME!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief.
"I transmigrated into the role of a worthless young master from some wretchedly wealthy clan. Am I condemned to wander the pages of a novel, a puppet to the whims of some unseen author? Where's my damned cheat?" he spat, his words echoing into the void.
His outcry pierced the stillness of the air, a desperate plea to the heavens for answers.
And though the heavens remained silent, the wheels of fate had already begun to turn, setting into motion a journey fraught with peril and opportunity alike.
"DING!" The chime reverberated through the air, heralding the momentous occasion that awaited our protagonist.
His senses sharpened as the voice of the feminine system filled his ears with promises of unparalleled power and boundless potential.
"Congratulations, host! You have been bestowed with the strongest system of creation. Please close your eyes, concentrate, and beseech for enlightenment to unlock boundless rewards henceforth," echoed the melodious voice, each word carrying the weight of destiny.
"System? Are you there?" Our protagonist's query hung in the air, unanswered, yet he felt a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins.
"…" The absence of a reply did little to dampen his spirits, for he knew that the acquisition of the system marked the beginning of his extraordinary journey.
With a heart brimming with determination, he envisioned the countless possibilities that lay before him. "HAHAHA! I shall ascend to become the greatest of young masters ever!" he declared boldly, his laughter echoing in the chamber of his mind.
His imagination soared as he entertained grandiose visions of his future.
"Perhaps I would be excited to slap the faces of those insolent scions of wealth and privilege in this xianxia world," he mused, his thoughts swirling with schemes and stratagems.
"In the end," he proclaimed with fervor, "I shall stand alone as the greatest of them all!" The words rang out like a clarion call, fueling his ambition and igniting the flames of determination within him.
As he reveled in the prospect of wealth, authority, and amorous harem conquests that awaited him, our protagonist knew that his journey had only just begun.
With the power of the system at his command, he was poised to carve out his destiny and seize control of his fate like never before.
"Hehehe. I suppose I should start then," our protagonist muttered, the weight of anticipation hanging in the air like a heavy mist.
With deliberate movements, he settled into a lotus position upon the bed, the soft fabric yielding beneath him as he sought the perfect alignment of body and mind.
Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the depths of concentration, poised to unlock the potential of his latent abilities.
In the stillness of the room, his thoughts drifted, untethered from the confines of reality.
He harbored no specific desires, no grand ambitions, but rather a simple yearning to transcend his current limitations, to become something more than he was before.
And then, like a bolt from the heavens, the resounding
"DING!" shattered the tranquility, heralding the commencement of his transformation. It reverberated through the room, a distinctive call to action that stirred the very essence of his being.
"You have delved deep into the depths of your being, mastering every facet from left to right," echoed the melodic voice of the system, its words imbued with a sense of profound significance.
"Through profound enlightenment, your cells have undergone mutation, bestowing upon you the Eternal Mortal Physique." The words hung in the air, pregnant with meaning, as our protagonist absorbed their implications.
A surge of energy coursed through him, igniting every fiber of his being with newfound vigor and purpose.
It was as if a dormant seed within him had finally burst into bloom, unleashing the boundless potential that had lain dormant for so long.
With a sense of awe and determination, he opened his eyes, the world appearing sharper and more vibrant than ever before.
But alas, the fleeting moment of excitement was soon eclipsed by an overwhelming wave of agony that engulfed our protagonist.
As if torn from the depths of his soul, a primal scream tore through the silence, reverberating against the walls and echoing into the vast expanse of the room.
"AHHHHHHHH!" The sound, raw and unfiltered, seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality itself, a visceral expression of torment that knew no bounds.
Each cry seemed to tear at the fabric of his being, unraveling the threads of his resolve and leaving him vulnerable in its wake.
Sweat beaded upon his brow, his body contorting with the sheer intensity of the pain that wracked him from within.
The room trembled with the force of his anguish, as if bearing witness to the torment of a soul laid bare.
And yet, amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of defiance in his eyes, a stubborn refusal to succumb to the agony that threatened to consume him whole.
For even in the throes of despair, our protagonist remained resolute, his spirit unbroken despite the trials that beset him.
And though the path ahead may be fraught with suffering, he would not falter in his pursuit of greatness.
He was baptized in pain and through it, our mc was reborn.
