’Over eighteen years... eighteen years in this damn cultivation world, and I’m still just useless!’ Kahn thought, slamming his fist on the cold stone wall.
A sharp, agonizing jolt coursed through his hand, reminding him brutally that his knuckles were already broken.
But the pain didn’t stop there. It radiated from his swollen, throbbing cheeks down to his chest, which felt as if a thousand needles were stabbing him from the inside out.
His legs, which were chained and locked to the wall behind him felt heavy, like they were filled with hot lead.
Yet, he could do nothing but stare at the bars of the prison.
Spatting a mouthful of copper-tasting blood, he forced his blurred vision toward the translucent screen floating before his eyes.
It was the same interface that had been floating in his vision ever since he arrived in this world.
[Supreme Sign-in system{LOCKED}]
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The seconds on the translucent blue screen felt like they were crawling, until it felt like an absolute eternity.
Five minutes. It shouldn’t have been a long time, but trapped in the damp silence of the cell, every single second felt like a grueling hour.
The anticipation was a suffocating weight in his chest, making the air in the cell feel too thick to breathe.
’Come on,’ Kahn thought, his mind screaming against the agonizingly slow countdown. ’Come on, damn it. Just move faster.’
He tried to shift his weight, but the cold iron around his ankles bit deeper into his flesh. He looked down at the heavy, rusted links binding him to the stone wall.
’These chains,’ he thought, a surge of helpless fury rushing through his veins. ’If only I could just break them.’
He collapsed back against the wall, his head thumping against the cold rock.
He had never expected to find himself living like this. He was a prisoner, broken and chained up in a filthy, dark cell, treated worse than an animal.
For eighteen years, he had tried to adapt, to survive, and to find a place in this brutal cultivation world. Yet, despite all his efforts, this was where he had ended up.
The sheer humiliation and despair of his current situation pressed down on him, heavier than the iron cuffs around his ankles.
His mind drifted backward, escaping the grim reality of the prison to memories of a completely different life. He was originally from Earth, where he had lived a life of absolute comfort and privilege.
He hadn’t been a loser or an outcast there; he had been thriving.
He had excelled in his studies, completing his university education with a flawless first-class degree. He was smart, capable, and had a brilliant future completely mapped out ahead of him.
A prestigious job was already waiting for him at a massive, globally recognized construction company.
He hadn’t even needed to stress about the hiring process, because the position had been secured for him by his billionaire father.
On Earth, his family’s wealth and influence meant that doors opened for him before he even knocked. He was stepping out of university directly into a life of luxury and success that most people could only dream of.
The job wasn’t just a corporate title either; it came with absurd perks. It was guaranteed to pay him at least six figures monthly right from the start, a salary that placed him far above his peers.
To top it all off, a brand-new, sleek Lamborghini was waiting to be given to him as a personal gift to celebrate his new corporate journey.
His life on Earth was, by all definitions, basically perfect. He had no worries, no struggles, and no reason to believe his trajectory would ever change.
Then, the day arrived. It was the exact day he was meant to start his high-paying job, the day he was supposed to step into his new reality.
He was walking, full of anticipation, when a massive truck blindsided him out of nowhere. There was a deafening screech of tires, a violent impact, and then absolute darkness.
The next thing he knew, he wasn’t dead. Instead, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar, terrifying environment.
He was being delivered from a womb as a newborn baby, gasping for air in a strange new world. The warmth of his previous life was instantly stripped away, replaced by the cold hands of a midwife and the realization that he had been reincarnated.
But the real shock came before he could even utter his very first cry as an infant. From the exact moment his newborn eyes saw the light flooding into the room, a sharp, glowing message materialized in the air directly before him.
[Supreme Sign-in system{LOCKED}]
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Watching those years blink by in seconds from the time he was a helpless baby made Kahn feel like he would go completely insane.
Day after day, month after month, the countdown unreeled itself relentlessly while he could do nothing but watch.
As he grew up, however, he began to ignore the screen and started to learn about the strange, vast world he had reincarnated into.
It was a world entirely different from Earth, governed by power, martial arts, and mystery.
He discovered that this was a realm where people could transcend human limits and grow unimaginably stronger by cultivating the Qi that drifted through the air.
He watched cultivators perform miraculous feats, moving with impossible speed and shattering stones with their bare hands, all by channeling the energy of the world into their bodies.
For the first part of his new life, things weren’t entirely dark.
He had been born into a deeply loving and supportive family that cared for him immensely. His new father was a proud, kind man who served as the leader of a small, peaceful cultivation sect located right by the quiet mountains, known as the Blooming Flower sect.
It was a modest place, far removed from the brutal power struggles of the larger cultivation empires, where disciples practiced their forms under the shade of ancient trees and lived in relative harmony.
They lived a genuinely happy, peaceful life together in the mountains, but that fragile tranquility did not last long, as the harsh reality of this new world caught up to them when Kahn was only fourteen years old.
Without any warning, their peaceful home was suddenly and brutally attacked by a vicious, malicious demonic sect known as the Raging Bulls.
The attackers descended upon the mountain like a plague, bringing fire, blood, and ruthless violence to the quiet halls of the Blooming Flower sect.
Since they were only a small, peaceful sect that focused more on harmony than warfare, they were completely unprepared for the onslaught.
They simply couldn’t find a way to fend off such a massive, powerful demonic sect. The invaders were far superior in numbers, combat experience, and cruelty.
Worse still, the Raging Bulls were led by a terrifyingly powerful cultivator who had already reached the prestigious Foundation Establishment realm, an overwhelming level of power that the small mountain sect had no hope of matching.
Kahn’s father fought desperately to protect his family and his disciples, but his cultivation was far too weak.
He had only been at the standard Qi Condensation rank, a level that was completely outmatched by the enemy leader.
He was easily and brutally overpowered in front of Kahn’s eyes, his cultivation base crushed without mercy.
The rest of the remaining sect members met the exact same tragic fate, falling one by one against the ruthless invaders, resulting in the total destruction of the Blooming Flower sect and the deaths of everyone Kahn had come to love.
The only survivors of the horrific massacre were Kahn himself and his younger sister. Their lives were spared, but they were not set free.
Instead, they were taken into the demonic sect to be used as slaves.
For four long years, Kahn had suffered under their boots, beaten, broken, and thrown into this dark prison cell, all while his sister was forced to endure her own hell elsewhere in the sect.
Recalling the agonizing loss and the four years of slavery, Kahn clenched his broken fists tightly, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through his knuckles.
His eyes blazed with a mixture of absolute fury and desperate hope as he stared at the digits of the screen.
’I’ve waited so long,’ he thought to himself, his heart hammering violently against his ribs. ’Eighteen years of waiting... this ’golden finger’ better be worth it. It has to be.’
The final seconds finally bled away, vanishing into the digital ether.
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