Deep within the luxurious estate of the Shen Clan, the sound of rhythmic soft footsteps echoed through a lavishly decorated nursery.
Heavy velvet drapes framed the wide windows, filtering the sunlight onto a carved wooden crib lined with silk.
Inside the crib lay a one-year-old infant.
He had soft, snow-white hair and striking, crystal-blue eyes that held a depth far beyond his innocent appearance.
Around him, a bustling team of high-class maids and personal attendants moved hushedly, catering to his every minor need.
‘It’s been a whole year since I was reincarnated into this world…
and I still don’t have a single cheat power,’ Shen Hao thought to himself, staring up at the grand ceiling through his tiny, infant eyes.
‘I’ve tried everything.
No system.
No legendary spirit.
No cheat bloodline.
It seems I really wasn’t born with any supernatural power in this life.’
Shen Hao let out a small baby sigh, turning his head to watch the maids fold his silk clothes and prepare exotic monster-beast milk for his lunch.
A faint, pragmatic smile crept onto his chubby cheeks.
‘Well…
absolute, limitless wealth is a power of its own, isn’t it?’
“Oh, just look at him!”
A brown-haired maid gently scooped the infant Shen Hao out of his crib, holding him close to her chest.
Her face lit up with absolute adoration.
“He is so cute…
I’ve honestly never seen such a cute baby in my entire life!”
“Wait, let me hold the Young Master!” another maid called out, rushing over with her hands stretched open.
“I want to carry him too!”
“No way, I got to him first!
It’s my turn to hold him!”
“Just for a minute!
Please!”
Within seconds, the group of high-class maids began squabbling back and forth in hushed, frantic whispers, each trying to win the prize of holding the white-haired infant with the striking blue eyes.
‘Well…’ Shen Hao thought to himself, a tiny, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
‘Being ridiculously handsome from birth is basically a superpower in itself, isn’t it?
I’ll definitely take it as an advantage.’
Until he turned about a year and a half old, Shen Hao firmly believed he had been born completely powerless.
He had recently learned to walk, his tiny, wobbly footsteps carrying him around the grand estate garden, surrounded by flowers and hopping frogs.
Crunch.
Shen Hao hadn’t even noticed the insect beneath his shoe—but the very second the ant died, his body collapsed onto the lawn like a puppet with its strings cut.
His eyes lost their focus as his consciousness was abruptly pulled away from the physical world.
WHOOSH!
When Shen Hao opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a vast, endless dimension.
Everything around him was an immaculate, blinding white, completely devoid of light or shadow— except for a single, pitch-black orb floating silently in the air right before him.
“Where…
where am I?”
Shen Hao stared in awe before a sudden surge of excitement flushed through his small chest.
“Did I…
did I finally awaken a system?!”
Struggling up onto his feet, Shen Hao took a series of hurried, tiny footsteps across the white void, heading straight toward the floating black orb.
“Should I really touch this?”
Shen Hao hesitated, staring at the orb.
The darkness radiating from it was absolute, absorbing the surrounding white light like a miniature void.
However, his overwhelming curiosity defeated his fear.
Refusing to let hesitation hold him back, Shen Hao reached out his small hand and pressed his tiny fingers against the floating black orb.
WHOOSH!
The moment his skin made contact, the solid sphere dissolved into a cloud of thick, pitch-black smoke.
Before he could pull away, the dark wisps surged forward, pouring straight into his chest.
Shen Hao’s mind instantly went blank.
Suddenly, a flood of foreign visions crashed through his brain.
He saw the world from a microscopic perspective— the dark tunnels of an underground nest, the smell of damp soil, the daily routine of foraging through grass, and every single second of an ant’s life from the moment it hatched.
Finally, he relived the exact split-second its tiny body was crushed beneath a toddler’s shoe.
GASP!
Shen Hao snapped back to reality, tumbling backward onto the soft garden grass as his breathing came in sharp gasps.
He stared at his hands in complete shock.
“Did I…
did I just experience that ant’s entire life from birth to death?”
“What an absurd power…
but damn, this is exciting!
Could this mean that every time I kill a living creature…”
Five whole years slipped by in the blink of an eye.
For Shen Hao, those early childhood years were nothing short of paradise.
Born into immense wealth and status, his every single whim was instantly fulfilled by his doting parents.
Anything he desired—exotic toys, rare gems, or divine delicacies—was handed to him on a silver platter before he could even finish asking for it.
Yet beneath this gilded life of luxury, a dark secret continued to brew inside him.
His strange power had grown significantly over the years.
Shen Hao had perfected his ability to steal and absorb the complete life memories of any living creature he killed.
Whenever he took a life, his mind would immerse itself in the exact sensory experience of that creature—reliving its entire existence from the second it emerged into the world until the exact moment he snuffed out its breath.
He could feel a deep, dark instinct festering in the depths of his soul—an insatiable hunger whispering to him from within, urging him to kill more, to harvest more, and to feed this ominous power growing inside him.
He had already snuffed out thousands of insects, and garden pests.
But deep down, Shen Hao knew that tiny insects were no longer enough to satisfy the beast inside his mind.
One day, everything changed.
My grandfather and grandmother arrived at the estate to take me away with them.
I clearly remember the thick tension in the air.
Before we left, an explosive argument broke out between my father and grandfather—heated words were thrown back and forth behind closed doors, though I couldn’t make out what they were fighting about.
Why was my dad so terrified of letting me go with them?’ I wondered back then, watching the conflict unfold from a distance.
I didn’t mind going with them at all.
Honestly, I liked my grandparents a lot.
My grandfather was already quite old in terms of years, but he didn’t look or act like an elderly man in the slightest.
He walked with a imposing, powerful posture, his eyes sharp and alive with a terrifying vitality that could make even seasoned warriors drop to their knees.
Especially his physique.
I mean, could anyone explain to me how an old man at his age could possess a body so ridiculously flexible and stacked with so much solid muscle mass?
And then there was my grandmother.
Calling her an ‘old woman’ felt like a outright crime.
She looked as if she was barely in her early thirties, possessing a timeless, ethereal beauty that defied all logic.
Her snow-white hair cascaded down her back like spun silk—a striking feature that my father had clearly not inherited from her.
And now, that very same lineage of hair had passed down to me, shifting into a brilliant silver hue as I grew.
Standing beside each other, my grandparents looked more like a powerful, youthful power couple than two people who had raised an entire generation.