Important note - The earlier chapters were edited with AI, so please don’t mind the style. I’ll be changing my writing style from Chapter 45 onward.

This is the story of a modern man who transmigrates into a cultivation novel world he once read.

He is not the chosen one.
He is not the protagonist.
And he has absolutely no intention of sacrificing himself for “justice,” “the greater good,” or someone else’s plot.

Upon transmigration, he awakens a System.

A strange, morally flexible System that rewards him with system points for stealing opportunities that were meant for the protagonist—
powerful treasures, rare inheritances, fortuitous encounters…

…and  even the women fated to fall for the hero.

But he isn’t a villain.

He doesn’t slaughter innocents, burn the world, or rule through fear.
He also isn’t a hero who rushes into danger for strangers or follows some noble destiny.

He is simply a man who knows the story, understands how cruel cultivation worlds are, and refuses to be crushed by fate.

He grows stronger not to dominate the world, but to survive it.
He steals opportunities not out of malice, but because in this world, hesitation means death.

He helps when he wants to.
Leaves when it benefits him.
Loves freely, fights brutally, jokes casually, and lives without regret.

This is not a story about saving the world.

It’s a story about living well in a world that was never meant for him.


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While Xuanyan and Lingling drifted into a deep sleep after their fierce battle, far away—inside the inner sect chamber atop a mountain peak—another intriguing confrontation was unfolding.


Elder Han Meiyu's mountain peak loomed above the sect, isolated and steep, its upper ridges buried within heavy storm clouds. Lightning flashed repeatedly across the sky, briefly illuminating the stone halls gripping the mountain before darkness swallowed them once more. 


Chapter 57 - Tang Lishen Tragedy