Invincible from the Sun's True Fire

A person's life is but a hundred and eighty years; different choices pave different lives. In the blink of an eye, I am already eighteen. I have long missed the age to become a mage, will not be entangled by mysterious creatures on the way home and embark on a plot to save the world, nor will I become a child chosen by fate. At six, I did not awaken a martial soul; At seven, I did not receive the straw hat handed by the red-haired man; At ten, I did not get my own Pokémon; At eleven, the Hogwarts acceptance letter never came; At thirteen, there was not a trace of chakra in my body; At fifteen, I could not join the Demon Slayer Corps; At sixteen, I did not pick up that Death Note; At seventeen, I held the ring in my hand and turned it over and over, but there was never an old grandpa living inside. I thought eighteen would be the same as before, turning the page平庸地. I transmigrated, into a true cultivation world. It is not the bright and beautiful world of 2D, and I did not get a heaven-defying start. No one came to break off an engagement; my surname is not Ye, nor Xiao; no hidden supreme talent, no supreme bone dug out, no mysterious parents, not even a standard system. I was just pondering how to survive in this cultivation world when I suddenly noticed something wrong. Why do they... all call me Player? — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Invincible from the Sun's True Fire — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠