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[Death in the Old World]
The world didn't cry when Wei Qiang died.
No family held his hand.
No friends mourned.
No lover whispered promises.
He died just as he lived — alone.
Lying in a cold, crumbling room, bones aching, lungs filled with regret.
> "I was never chosen… never loved…"
His voice was broken.
Tears welled up in his tired eyes as his body finally gave out.
> "Heaven… please…" he whispered.
"Let me live again… just once more. Give me a chance to feel warmth… to build a family… to stand at the peak. I'll give anything…"
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[Heaven Responds]
The moment he died, time and space trembled.
> "Request accepted."
> "One chance. No retries."
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[Rebirth: Wasteland Awakening]
Wei Qiang opened his eyes with a jolt—
No… not Wei Qiang anymore.
Wei Tian.
That would be his name now.
But before he could breathe, he felt it — air thick with blood and killing intent.
He sat up and looked around.
> A desolate land.
Cracked red stone.
The sky a dull gray.
Mountains split like shattered bones.
All around him were massive claw marks, pools of dried blood, and the distant howls of beasts echoing in every direction.
> "Where… did Heaven throw me?"
His body felt incredible.
He was young. Strong. Fit. 14 years old.
Muscles like steel. Bones like jade.
He even looked… handsome.
But he was also completely alone.
And then it appeared — a searing pain in his right hand.
> "Aghh!"
He screamed as a golden mark formed on his palm — ten divine runes spinning in a circle.
> [God Sign: Summon Authority Activated]
Summon anything based on what you can offer: items, skills, weapons, techniques.
His breath caught.
Then — a distant rumble.
A blinding beam of light shot down from the clouds as a massive, floating palace descended slowly in front of him.
It was ancient. Cracked. Yet divine.
Pillars of gold. Roofs of white jade. Banners that whispered in languages long dead.
It stopped mid-air, hovering inches above the ground — like it was waiting for his command.
> [Artifact Detected: Heaven-Sinking Palace]
Bound to soul of host.
Flight, protection, spatial storage… all functions available.
Wei Tian stood there, stunned.
> "This… is mine?"
He stepped forward. The palace trembled slightly, accepting him.
He climbed the first step, and in an instant — a golden light wrapped around his body.
He was no longer just a reborn orphan.
He was now the master of a floating divine palace.
He could feel it — this artifact could lift him into the skies, crush mountains, or hide him for years.
But then his eyes narrowed.
He wasn't ready yet. He had no power. No food. No spirit stones. No allies. Only danger all around.
> "I'll survive first. Then I'll rise."
With a wave of his hand, the God Sign shone brightly.
> [Store: Heaven-Sinking Palace → Confirmed]
In a blink, the massive palace turned into a beam of light and vanished into the mark on his palm.
> "I'll call you again when I need you."
He clenched his fists.
Looked into the horizon.
His left eye glowed gold — revealing strange threads in the air.
His right eye turned dark and cold — the ground beneath him cracked from sheer pressure.
> "This time…" he whispered.
> "Even if I must rise from this hellish land…"
"I'll make the Heavens remember my name."
"I will build my family… and I will never be alone again."
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