Chapter 1 — From Death to Beginning
On the Blue Planet, Inside a laboratory.
The laboratory reeked of chemicals.A young man with unkempt black hair and a thin beard and thin body hunched over a microscope. then a slight smile appeared in his pale face then he immediately started writing something in his notebook,
As he was writing the mans eyes started blurring and couldn't write properly and the man collapsed on the floor fainting.
then someone opened the laboratory door and found the man collapsed then there was sound of people rushing and the man was soon carried to hospital
inside a quiet hospital room beneath the silent night sky.
A man lay weakly on the bed… someone who once had everything: wealth, fame, power, and women.
Once, he was handsome, energetic, and full of life.Now—
A shaved head and a body barely able to move.
Only twenty-five years old, yet already standing at the end of his life.
He was once hailed as a genius, An inventor, a researcher, a man who broke limits and shocked industries.
He was supposed to have a glorious future ahead of him—luxury, admiration, comfort, and a life most could only dream of.
But fate never cared.
He was diagnosed with cancer.
The ironic part?
He worked desperately to cure it.
And he succeeded, Just not his own
He created a cure after countless sleepless nights and mental torture.But neglecting his own health, pushing his exhausted body beyond its limits… only hastened his end.
His body deteriorated and he became bedridden with only a few months left to live.
With nothing else left to do, he turned to novels, They were the only escape from reality… the only comfort.
And he didn't care much as he had no one in this world, It's just that he couldn't do always as he wished as he didn't have the power like the people in power even though he had everything except power
He sighed softly
As usual, he was reading.
Then suddenly—
His body turned cold, his fingers lost strength, his vision blurred and his consciousness faded.
Darkness devoured everything.
He looked around and saw nothing but endless void.
Until…
A tiny white light appeared in the distance.
He walked toward it.Time passed—slowly, or maybe instantly. He couldn't tell.
The light grew brighter.Something suddenly pulled him in, and no matter how much he resisted…
He was swallowed.
Coldness enveloped him, his heavy eyelids refused to open, thunder roared and wind howled, Raindrops fell upon his skin.
wait a minute....Skin.
A body?
He could feel and sense again
A door creaked open and Warmth embraced him. Soft and gentle.
A hoarse yet kind old woman's voice spoke softly:
"Another abandoned baby… people are truly heartless. Leaving a child out in weather like this."
Baby?
Her embrace was warm and comforting.
His eyelids slowly opened.
A wrinkled yet gentle face appeared in front of him. Kind eyes. A soft smile.
She looked into his unusually deep eyes.
"So calm… not even crying. And such deep eyes," she murmured. "Like you already understand everything."
She picked up a note inside the basket.
"Your name is Su Xiaoyao," she read with a faint smile. "May you truly live freely in this harsh world, little one."
He tried speaking, but only baby noises came out.Tiny hands. Tiny feet.
But inside…
He understood, he had died and reincarnated, Just like those novels he read.
'So now, a cheat should appear, right?'
'System?'
'Golden Finger?'
'Customer support'
'Hello, anyone there'
there was Silence, Nothing responded him
'Maybe he'd only awaken it after endless suffering like those novel protagonists'.
'No thanks.'
'Even if he didn't have a system, he had knowledge… plot logic… experience.'
'and most importantly he had confidence no matter where he would never live a mediocre life'
Fine.
Let this life begin.
Years Passed
A peaceful village near a vast mountain forest.
A simple orphanage.
Children laughed and played around…
But a seven-year-old boy sat quietly under a tree, watching them silently.
Black hair hanging down his shoulders, sharp brows, deep black eyes resembling a galaxy, His handsome yet young face held an unusual calmness and maturity.
Su Xiaoyao.
He learned to walk and talk far faster than normal children, astonishing the caretaker.
Through passing travelers and merchants, he came to understand…
This was not a normal world.
A world of cultivation, Swords, Beasts, Demons and Immortal fairies.
A world filled with danger.
Here, one either lived cowardly and ordinary…
Or gained strength to crush everything.
He had already chosen.
Strength.
Absolute strength.
But right now, he was merely a mortal child in a remote village where even travelers were rare, let alone cultivators.
He tried countless times to summon a system.
Nothing, As he contemplated his future…
Mocking laughter broke the peace.
He turned.
Several children surrounded a little girl.
She was about five years old, wearing old, patched clothes. Her face was dirty, eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall.
The caretaker rushed over and sternly scolded them.
"Enough! She is part of this orphanage now. Treat her properly!"
The kids quieted.
But the moment the caretaker left—
"Beggar!"
"Stay away from us!"
The mocking resumed and the children started pushing her and throwed dirt at her and some started kicking her
Su Xiaoyao watched and he felt something special about her
Judging from her appearance and temperament… she would grow into a beauty in the future.
And this situation…
Why did it feel like a protagonist template?
He stood and approached.
"Enough."
The children froze, Then they remembered—
Those who mocked and messed with him him before suffered terribly.
They all ran and scattered.
Silence returned.
He looked at the girl and picked her up from the ground, the girl stood up and she lowered her head, looking pitiful and fragile.
His tone softened.
"What's your name?"
She hesitated, then lifted her head slightly.
Her voice was small… soft.
"…Liu Qingxue."
A good name.
"I'm Su Xiaoyao," he said gently. "If anyone bullies you, tell me."
She nodded.
"…Mn."
"There's a river nearby," he continued. "You should wash up. There are spare clothes too."
She followed him quietly.
Wind blew softly.Sunlight filtered through leaves.Water flowed gently.
At the riverbank, he turned around.
"Wash. I'll keep watch."
He leaned against a tree, eyes closed, listening to the sound of flowing water while remaining alert.
Liu Qingxue…
She truly felt special.
Her temperament, her gaze, her faint natural aura.
If this world followed even half the logic of the novels…
To him, people were opportunities. Some would be useful. Some disposable
If she was, then staying close would benefit him, If not—
He still lost nothing.
A win-win situation.
A faint smile formed on his lips.
And Su Xiaoyao murmured to himself "Let's see what this life has prepared."
The wind rustled through trees and sunlight shimmered over the river.
Somewhere deep within the forest…
Something had shifted.
And neither Su Xiaoyao nor anyone else knew—
His peaceful days wouldn't last long.
And no one knew that this seemingly weak village boy would become a taboo that just his name would make the Heavens tremble.