been reicarneted!
1: chapter 1: what I have been reicarneted!
chapter 1: what I have been reicarneted!
Earth.
In a apartment building .
The apartment was too large for a man who spent his days devouring trash novels and cursing at the screen.
“What absolute garbage,” Alex muttered, scrolling furiously.
“This novel sucks.
I’ve never read such derivative, nonsensical trash in my life.” He rubbed his hair until it stood up in wild spikes, then sighed—a long, bone-deep exhale that fogged the air in front of his face.
The room smelled of stale coffee and recycled air.
Outside, the city hummed with a million tiny lives, but inside these walls, only the blue-white glow of the monitor kept him company.
His stomach growled.
“Better get some food.
I’m starving.” He pushed himself out of his chair.
The world tilted.
For a moment, he thought it was just the head rush of standing too fast.
Then a cold, alien tightness seized his chest—a fist closing around his heart.
His pulse slammed against his ribs, wild and frantic.
A sharp, lancing pain shot down his left arm and he staggered, gasping.
No.
No, not like this.
He tried to call for help, but his throat locked.
The room spun, the edges of his vision darkening into a tunnel.
His knees buckled and he crashed to the floor, cheek pressing against the cold hardwood.
The impact shuddered through his bones.
Above him, the ceiling light blurred into a smear of white.
Alex’s breath came in ragged, useless hiccups.
The pain was a living thing now, chewing through his chest.
He could feel his own mortality like ice water in his veins.
A weak, bitter laugh escaped his lips.
“Would’ve been better… if I could be reincarnated…” He coughed, the words barely a whisper.
“Into a cultivation world… with a massive harem…” The darkness swallowed him whole.
But in that endless, silent void, he heard it: a voice.
It was so beautiful it hurt.
Feminine, layered with harmonies that didn’t exist in any mortal tongue—heavenly, pristine, and sorrowful beyond measure.
The single word wrapped around his fading consciousness like a silk thread.
“Granted.” And then, unmistakably, a sob.
A soft, wet, heart-wrenching sob that cracked the perfection of that voice.
Alex would have sworn he heard it.
Then there was no time to think.
His soul ignited, wreathed in a cocoon of radiant golden energy that hummed with a power older than worlds.
The apartment, the city, the entire planet blinked out of existence as the light folded inward and vanished.
— Primordial Immortal Realm.
Deep within one of the most feared forbidden zones of the realm—the Time Secret Realm of the immortal Qin family—an eternal hush hung over the land like a held breath.
Palaces rose from the mist-wreathed earth, each one a masterpiece crafted from immortal-grade materials that gleamed with soft, internal light.
Their foundations were inlaid with precious stones so rare that a single fist-sized gem could ignite wars that shattered dynasties.
Pillars of star-forged jade held up roofs that seemed to blend into the fabric of the sky.
Everywhere, the air shimmered with a density of spiritual energy ten times purer than even the most vaunted holy lands, ancient families, or imperial dynasties could offer.
Breathing here was like drinking liquid moonlight.
The scenery itself was a painting come to life: crystalline waterfalls that flowed upward, gardens of flowers that sang faint melodies, and trees whose leaves changed color with the cycles of forgotten epochs.
But more awe-inspiring than the landscape were the beasts.
Ancient, primordial creatures lounged in sun-drenched clearings or coiled around mountainous peaks.
A phoenix with feathers of ten thousand colors dozed on a cloud, each slow breath causing the atmosphere to ripple.
A qilin with scales of obsidian and gold rested beside a river, its lazy gaze holding the weight of millennia.
Bloodlines so powerful they could strike primal terror into the hearts of cultivators from the Primordial Realm’s mightiest forces were here, basking like pampered pets—and each one possessed a cultivation realm that could annihilate lesser beings with a casual sneeze.
And there, in a pavilion of woven starlight, stood a woman.
She was stunning in a way that defied mortal logic.
Milky jade skin, so flawless it seemed to glow from within, clung to a face that could only have been sculpted by the hands of heaven itself.
Her hair cascaded down her back in waves of pure, flowing white, each strand catching light like fresh snow.
Her figure was sinfully voluptuous: a waist so narrow one could almost circle it with two hands, hips that curved with dangerous grace, and breasts as full and heavy as ripe watermelons, her pregnancy only amplifying that breathtaking silhouette.
But her eyes were what damned any onlooker.
They held the beginning and the end of all things—a gaze so impossibly beautiful that a single glance could suck a man’s soul from his body and leave him begging for annihilation.
Boundless, ancient power coiled within those irises, cold and indifferent.
The aura she exuded was that of an empress who had long since outgrown the need for warmth.
And yet, that cold face softened when she turned her head to the right, a small smile curving her lips.
Her belly was large, round with new life, and the way she moved—careful but impossibly graceful—only added to the mature, untouchable charm that surrounded her.
“Sister Long,” Qin Mei said, her voice like a frozen stream breaking into spring, “why are you hiding?” For a heartbeat, there was only silence.
Then the air trembled.
Another woman stepped out of nothingness, equally breathtaking.
She shared the same mature, seductive body shape as the white-haired beauty—full breasts, tiny waist, and legs that went on for days—but her presence was entirely different.
Golden hair shimmered with a metallic luster, cascading down her back in thick waves.
Her eyebrows were fine arcs of the same gold, and above her temples rose two majestic, beautiful dragon horns that curved with ancient pride.
Long Yue, the dragon.
“Oh!” she said, her voice rich with teasing mirth.
“Isn’t my sister Qin Mei pregnant?
How can you walk about so casually?” Qin Mei’s smile deepened, and she pointed a slender, jade-white finger at the unmistakable swell of Long Yue’s own belly.
“Aren’t you also pregnant?” Long Yue pouted, an expression that on any other face might have looked childish but on her, it was devastatingly charming.
“Isn’t it the fault of the little cutie in our stomachs?” Qin Mei chuckled, a warm sound that melted the eternal frost of her demeanor.
She rubbed her belly with slow, loving circles.
“Yes, our little darling is such a headache.” Long Yue’s teasing faded into a soft, genuine smile.
She placed her own hand over her stomach, her touch just as tender.
“You’re right,” she whispered.
As if on cue, the space before them rippled again, and three more figures emerged.
The first woman was a tempest of ruby and shadow.
Long, blood-red hair tumbled over her shoulders and down to her voluptuous hips.
Her body was an invitation to sin—massive breasts, a waist that begged to be gripped, and lips the color of crushed roses that needed no paint to tempt a kiss.
Her eyes were rubies, brilliant and demonic, swirling with an ancient, seductive menace.
Zhou Meng, the Supreme Demon Empress, radiated an aura that made the air feel heavy and sweet, like a dangerous perfume.
The second woman descended like a falling star.
Her hair was a cascade of deep blue, infused with motes of light that glittered like a night sky.
The aura that leaked from her was that of a supreme goddess—divine, untouchable, and majestic enough to make even the proudest man feel unworthy to meet her gaze.
Her body was a perfect, full-figured hourglass, and her charming blue eyes held a purity that dared the world to profane it.
Ling Xue, current head of the Goddess Race.
The third woman did not step so much as manifest, as if she had always been there and reality simply caught up.
Black eyes, deep and mesmerizing like twin black holes, threatened to swallow the souls of any who stared too long.
Her figure was no less generous than the others—a true milf shape that she carried with the confidence of absolute power.
She radiated an aura of wealth and sharp intelligence.
Su Meiyao, owner of the Heavenly Moon Pavilion, the most powerful and wealthiest merchant house in the entire Primordial Realm.
And the most shocking sight of all: every single one of them was pregnant.
The three new arrivals beamed and greeted the first two in a chorus of sisterly affection.
“Big Sister Mei, Big Sister Yue!” Qin Mei and Long Yue returned their greetings warmly.
“Zhou Meng, how are you?” Qin Mei asked.
The demon empress’s ruby eyes sparkled.
“I am fine, as always.” They turned to the other two, embracing them one by one.
“Ling Xue, Su Meiyao, it’s so good to see you both.” The blue-haired goddess and the black-eyed merchant queen returned the hugs, their voices thick with genuine emotion.
“We have the greatest sisters in all the realms.” For a time, the five women talked softly, their laughter and gentle words weaving a tapestry of shared joy and anticipation.
Every now and then, a hand would drift to a swollen belly, a silent caress that spoke of fierce, protective love.
Then a new presence arrived—a woman whose beauty was of a calmer, more serene kind.
She carried the scent of ancient forests and sun-warmed leaves.
Her eyes were gentle pools of tranquility, and her smile was the kind that could soothe a raging storm.
She bowed deeply before the five pregnant women.
“Ladies,” Qin Ming said, her voice a soft breeze, “it is time for the birth of the young heir.” The five women exchanged glances, their expressions suddenly solemn.
They nodded and followed the gentle tree spirit.
Twenty minutes later, they stepped into a space that seemed to exist outside of time itself—a secret realm nested within the Qin family’s deepest sanctuary.
There lay the Lake of Vitality.
It was a massive expanse of emerald green water, so clear that the bottom seemed an endless depth of shimmering jade.
Mist rolled across its surface in lazy waves, each droplet saturated with a life force so potent that simply breathing near the lake could rejuvenate a withered soul.
This was the supreme treasure jointly managed by the five forbidden clans, the main reason they had ascended to become primordial-level powers and why each successive generation was born just as strong as the last.
The lake was, in truth, a primordial treasure beyond price.
A single soak could extend a lifespan near its end, restoring youth and vigor without the slightest backlash.
A sip of its water could erase millennia of aging.
But its most jealously guarded secret was that it allowed women to conceive without a male—an absolute necessity for the five forbidden forces, for they had no male members.
That was the way it had always been, from the very beginning.
Qin Mei turned to the gentle beauty who had led them.
“Qin Ming, thank you for giving us the fruit you nurtured for so long.” Qin Ming’s smile was as peaceful as a mountain stream.
“It’s nothing, Sister Mei.
You know I would give anything for the young heir.” The other four women also expressed their gratitude, their voices carrying genuine warmth.
Qin Ming was a tree spirit, one of a species with the unique ability to grow fruits that enhanced the talent of unborn children within the womb.
The longer the fruit existed, the more profound the effect—and Qin Ming had existed since the era of the very first Qin, Long, Ling, Su, and Zhu ancestors.
There were other tree spirits among the five forbidden forces, but none could produce fruit as heaven-defying as hers.
Such treasures were essential; no mother in the Primordial Realm could bear to see her child born with mediocre talent.
Now, the time had come.
One by one, the five women disrobed.
The sacred garments slid from their flawless bodies, revealing forms that would have driven any man to madness with desire—curves that defied reason, skin that glowed with ethereal light.
But here, in this hallowed place, the act was a ritual of life, not lust.
They stepped into the emerald water, and the lake welcomed them like a living thing.
Cool, viscous, the liquid clung to their skin, imbuing every pore with ancient vitality.
Without a word, they began to move in perfect unison, their hands tracing arcane patterns in the air.
The Primordial Nurturing Scripture—a technique passed down through countless eons—activated.
A massive formation bloomed beneath the lake’s surface, intricate rings of golden light that spun and intertwined.
The water churned gently, then began to glow.
The women’s stomachs illuminated from within, a soft, pulsing white light that grew brighter and brighter.
Then, in a moment of breathtaking magic, their bellies flattened and became smooth once more.
Five glowing orbs of pure life essence rose from the water, hovering above them like tiny suns.
Qin Mei’s heart hammered against her ribs.
Long Yue’s hand found hers beneath the water, their fingers lacing together with desperate strength.
Zhou Meng’s demonic aura trembled; Ling Xue’s divine light flickered with anxiety; Su Meiyao’s black-hole eyes were wide, reflecting the spinning orbs.
“Nothing will happen, right?” Long Yue whispered, her regal composure cracking to reveal the terrified mother beneath.
Qin Mei squeezed her hand.
“The technique will definitely work.” But anyone who saw her clenched jaw, the way her other hand was fisted so tightly her knuckles were white, would know she was just as afraid.
The other three women stared at the merging lights, their breaths held, their souls silently praying that nothing—nothing—would go wrong.
For one agonizing hour, the five orbs danced and circled, their edges blurring as they slowly, inexorably merged into one.
Then a great light bloomed—a radiance so pure and brilliant that the entire secret realm was bleached white.
The water sang.
The very fabric of reality hummed with joy.
When the light faded, a child floated toward them, cradled in a wisp of golden energy.
The five mothers surged forward as one, their fear forgotten, replaced by an explosion of emotion so fierce it stole their breath.
They gathered the newborn into their arms, wet hands touching soft skin, tears spilling down their faces.
Joy.
Such pure, uncontainable joy.
Then they saw.
And even with their ancient composure, with their eons of experience, with their power that could make realms tremble—they froze.
Their eyes went wide, and a collective gasp tore from their throats, uttered in perfect, disbelieving unison.
“It’s a boy!” The first male ever born to the five forbidden forces.
And in that moment, little Alex opened his baby eyes.
Through the haze of new senses, he saw five women so breathtakingly beautiful they seemed like goddesses.
Their auras, their faces, their tears of joy—all of it crashed over him in a tide of impossible reality.
I’ve… really been reincarnated.