[Eastern Desolate Continent — Calendar Year: 3,600,140,720]
A young man lay lifeless in a gigantic, deep pit.
His clothes were torn, with wounds left scattered across his body.
His body was thin, dried of anything significant.
His skin was dry, sticking to his bones.
Some bones and meat were exposed, revealing the evident signs of decay.
Most of his head was bald with some spots devoid of any skin.
Whatever was left of his hair was scattered around him, mostly white and aged.
His eye sockets were empty, with nothing but insects crawling all around them.
The wind howled as the clouds accelerated across the sky, forming a vortex far above his body.
The clouds clashed as their booms echoed through the distance, foreboding even the bravest from closing in.
Crimson lights bloomed across the sky as the lightning struck the corpse, destroying everything except it.
The corpse levitated, the scars and wounds riddling it slowly fading as the crimson lightning raced and crackled across it.
Two white pupils took form, settling with their respective sockets as their centers turned blue.
The tribulation was dying, its hold over the corpse fading along.
The young man's boy hit the floor, no longer a mere corpse.
A knee and a hand rested on the floor, supporting his fine, muscular physique.
"Haaaaaa," The young man breathed in, swallowing the fresh air as the cold wind smacked against his naked body.
"Fucking truck bitch, who gets drunk in the daylight?!"
The young man grumbled, feeling confused by the unfamiliar scene around him.
He recalled his final moments.
Getting banned from his favorite game, a breakup, a crazy trucker — and what could have made his day worse?
Complete silence.
Not even hell or heaven, just this barren place devoid of any signs of life.
God forbid, not even animals… much less insects.
"O' Justin Valemond, what have you done to deserve this?" He questioned himself, thinking carefully why.
For beginners, he believed it was not his toxicity.
Yes, he was known for his snake tongue, but it didn't warrant such an outcome.
His relationship and girlfriend? He believed it was out of the question, given that he wasn't the one who messed up.
"That's not my body either, and why am I naked?"
He racked his head for answers, only for a strange sound to ring deep within.
[Ding!]
[The system was initialized successfully. Would you like to import the previous owner's memories?]
The devilish voice shocked Justin as the small text panel phased into existence, appearing before him.
"What in god's name is this?" He questioned, the panel looking like a familiar UI panel stripped out of a game.
A minute, two, three, and no response.
Complete Silence, and it seemed the system was somewhat dead compared to him.
"Whatever, go ahead." With no choice, he responded as the memories flooded his head.
The memory rush was violent, resulting in a heavy headache as he held his head tightly.
As time passed, all of the memories were integrated.
"What a harsh and cruel end, but I suppose it was deserved." He spoke, full of pity for the body's previous owner.
His name was Justin Ironheart, a prodigy so rare his ignorance and naivety killed him.
He had a great life being the holy son of the Void Piercer Sword Sect, accidentally discovering the worst secret of its leader.
The man was an evil cultivator; A devil worshipper secretly turning his female disciples into furnaces.
Feeling mighty and righteous, Justin proceeded to snitch, only for nobody to believe him.
With his words treated as blasphemy, he was banished and was secretly besieged upon his arrival.
He was looted from head to toe, leaving nothing but a corpse for the insects to feast on.
"That life was yours, let this one be mine," Justin spoke, having no intentions to involve himself with any of these matters.
Both were Soul Realm cultivators, but the leader's cultivation was three major stages above his.
As such, revenge was out of question for the current him who had no cultivation at all to begin with.
"What do I do now?" Believing this place wasn't as dead as imagined, Justin stood up before pacing around in circles.
Flying was the best option he had, but that was impossible for anyone below the Foundation Realm.
It took Ironheart three years to go through the four mortal realms with his talent.
However, Justin didn't have the patience to sit and cultivate.
Running? He didn't know how long he'd have to run.
"Fuck it," He eventually gave up, choosing to depend on the system's existence.
"System?... Potions?... Abilities?... Help?!!!" He tried, and tried until the system responded.
[Help command invoked!]
[Say or think of 'Interface' to access the system's interface.]
['Status' for personal information.]
['Inventory' for Inventory, 'Shop' for shop, and 'Skills' for skills.]
[To grow stronger and richer, spread the chaos.]
[All deaths and misfortunes caused by you shall grant you Chaos Charges]
[Wow, tutorial complete! 1x Newbie Gift Pack was added to your inventory!]
"Tutorial?!" Justin exclaimed, treating the last panel as nothing more than a bland joke.
He shook his head, ignoring the last part, feeling relieved that the issue was solved.
He guessed the majority of his knowledge was garbage.
Most came from games, and the rest came from memes; nothing worth depending on.
He hated reading and was not the best at it.
All he knew was mashing and smashing buttons.
Finally, he understood it was hard-coded to a certain degree.
A moment later, the full interface appeared before him.
{Wealth & Chaos System}
[Status]
—Info—
Name: Justin Valemond
Physique: Chaos Charged (+150 Elemental Resistance)
Cultivation: Mortal (0/19) | Experience: 0/100
Health: 525 (Vitality * 15)
Spiritual Energy: 0/0 (Cultivation * Spirit * 1000)
Remaining Lifespan: 85/100 (Cultivation * 100 + 100)
Chaos Charges: 0
—Stats—
Strength: 25
Dexterity: 17
Vitality: 35
Spirit: 24
Elemental Resistance: 200
Charisma: 30
Free Points: 0
[Inventory]
—Equipment—
N/A
—Storage—
1x Newbie Gift Pack (USE)
–100 Spirit Obsidian (High Quality)
–Black Boots ( Unique, +9 Dexterity )
–Grey Pants ( Unique, +20 Strength )
–Black Shirt ( Unique, +15 Spirit )
–White Robe ( Unique, +5% Elemental Resistance)
–Sun Glasses ( Unique, +10 Charisma )
[Shop — (UPGRADE) ]
A Random Chaos Realm [All deaths and misfortunes are yours to claim]
–Minor (700 Chaos Charges)
Information: Takes a day to initialize and lasts 3 Days. Refined treasures.
–Great (21,000 Chaos Charges)
Information: Takes three days to initialize and lasts two weeks. Unique treasures.
[Skills]
N/A
"Not ba— WOOOW!" Justin spoke when he saw his Status, then exclaimed at the Newbie Gift Pack.
He felt content and satisfied with the stats he had.
Everything was normal, except for the hundred Spirit Obsidians, which were particularly extinct in this world.
For beginners, this world had seven currencies, each being split into three qualities.
Low, mid, and high.
Mortal Realm Cultivators produced Spirit Pebbles, using them as common currency.
Foundation Realm Cultivator produced Spirit Stones, used by small sects as resources.
Soul Realm Cultivators produced Spirit Crystals, used by great sects as resources.
All of these were common grade, given that they were easily procured by humans.
On the other hand, the remaining currencies were unique in their own right.
Spirit Jades only existed in Spirit Veins and minor secret realms, making them rare.
Spirit Diamonds only existed in great secret realms, casually sparking wars inside.
Spirit Onyxes were Mother Nature's work, existing once every hundred million years.
Spirit Obsidians?
They were long extinct, treated as mere legends, as this world was no longer capable of giving birth to such treasures.
Justin's hand hovered over the gift pack before pressing USE.
It disappeared, replaced by the hundred Spirit Obsidians.
As for the remaining items, they materialized into reality, warping around his body.
He took a look at himself, realizing that they were not as modern-looking as he imagined.
Instead, they looked like the ones he knew from Ironheart's memory.
Finally, he closed the entire interface by calling it off.
As for the shop, he didn't think much of it since he had no Chaos Charges.
"Suppose I will just follow—" Justin spoke, his eyes drifting to the setting sun, standing still, frozen in silence.
He knew Ironheart came from the east, so he decided to go west.
However, the sight he witnessed shocked him.
Figures appeared in the distant sky, seemingly heading toward him.
He knew how the strong ate the weak in this world.
The majority would go crazy the moment a rare treasure appeared.
The worst of them was at least in the Foundation Realm, and he had the Obsidians, a perfect chaos agent.
His thoughts ran wild, immediately hatching a plan to benefit himself.
Justin summoned his inventory, pulling the obsidian out.
It appeared in his hand, a dark, glassy obsidian with sharp, purple radiant light.
He grinned, throwing it from one hand to another while patiently waiting for their arrival.
The shock was dying, excitement was taking over upon imagining the profit.