Staring at the glowing screen before him, Yuan Zhenzhou reached out instinctively, almost without thinking.
His fingers trembled as they brushed the glowing words—yet instead of the solid resistance he expected, his hand slipped through, like plunging into cool mist.
For a brief instant he felt a tingling sensation, a strange static prickle that shot through his fingertip and crawled up his arm, only to vanish as quickly as it came.
The letters on the screen changed.
[Law Enforcement System Activated.]
The words dissolved, replaced by new lines written in radiant golden script, each one unfolding with an almost ceremonial grandeur.
[Designation: Yuan Zhenzhou has been chosen.]
[Purpose: To uphold Law in a lawless world.]
[Mandate: To embody Justice, preserve Order, and safeguard Peace in realms where none dare to tread.]
The text kept flowing, and with every line Zhen felt as though the room itself was vibrating. The raucous noise of the town below dimmed, fading into a low hum, as though the entire world was holding its breath for this proclamation.
[Where mortals suffer, you shall stand. Where Immortals bring chaos, you shall strike. Where the weak are trampled, you shall shield them. Where darkness festers, you shall bring light. Where crime reigns, you shall enforce.]
Zhen's heart pounded against his ribs.
The words weren't just sentences—they were like oaths, like the edicts of a divine law, echoing with a resonance that reached straight into his soul.
It sounded like the voice of an Immortal Judge, vast and cold, yet paradoxically warm with unshakable conviction. It was police language, but not the kind he knew from his past life.
[You are chosen not by clan, nor by blood, nor by destiny. You are chosen by Necessity. Where chaos spreads unchecked, Law must rise. You are its hand, its sword, its shield.]
The script flashed brighter.
[Welcome, new Officer.]
[Please state your name.]
His lips trembled. He wanted to refuse, to deny, but the question pressed upon him with a weight he could not escape. At last, he whispered, voice hoarse:
"Yuan Zhenzhou."
The response was immediate. The letters shone blinding white, then settled into blazing gold.
[Identity Confirmed.]
[Congratulations, Officer Yuan Zhenzhou!]
[You are entrusted with Justice, Law, and Service to the weak.]
[From this day forth, you are bound by duty. You are an Immortal Cadet of the Enforcement Path.]
[Immortal Cadet Yuan Zhenzhou: Arrest all who disturb the peace. Deliver Judgment to those unjust. Uphold Order in chaos.]
The words pierced his heart like spears of lightning. His body jolted, his cultivation suddenly surging as though it had been struck by a raging storm.
"Ah—!"
His qi erupted.
The flow of spiritual energy within his dantian boiled, churning violently, surging through his meridians like wild rivers breaking free of their banks. Heat raced across his skin, his chest tightened, and he shot to his feet, clutching the edge of the table.
The teacups rattled violently, one spilling over with steaming liquid as the floor itself seemed to quake.
And then—before his eyes—the transformation began.
His plain robes shimmered, threads of light unraveling from the fabric, rising into the air like fireflies. Piece by piece, the cloth dissolved, then rewove itself, layer by layer, into something new.
The first change came at his shoulders, where the flowing sleeves of his robe tightened into a sharp, structured cut, woven from deep indigo cloth that gleamed like starlight.
Golden lines traced across the seams, forming intricate geometric patterns that looked both modern and arcane. His sash hardened into a sleek belt of obsidian leather, etched with silver runes that pulsed faintly with enforcement qi.
Then came the chest piece. His robe folded in, reshaped, and hardened into a fitted uniform jacket, snug and sharp, its collar high and trimmed with silver threads.
Across his left breast appeared a shining insignia: a radiant shield surrounded by circling constellations, at its center the character "法"—Law—etched in shimmering jade script.
His trousers reshaped themselves into firm, practical black leggings, tucked seamlessly into polished boots of silver-gray steel reinforced with qi, giving off a low hum of restrained power.
The boots were neither clunky nor overly elegant—they were built to walk through blood and battle without breaking stride.
Finally, a long mantle draped across his back, dark navy with faint golden threads running through, resembling the night sky pierced by constellations.
On its hem glowed the phrase:
[Justice is Eternal.]
The finishing touch came as a pair of luminous badges appeared on his shoulders—circular medallions that pulsed with light, engraved with a sigil that looked like a fusion of immortal runes and police emblems.
Around the rim: Immortal Enforcement Cadet.
When the glow subsided, Yuan Zhenzhou stood stiffly, staring wide-eyed at his reflection in the polished teapot.
A police officer's uniform—yet one that resonated with the mysticism of cultivation, something not of this world, yet undeniably belonging here.
His throat tightened.
"I… became a police officer?" His voice cracked in disbelief. "In this lawless world?"
The irony struck him like a slap.
In his previous life, he had despised police. To him, they were parasites of authority—corrupt, privileged, never truly serving the weak.
When he had been robbed in his old world, no one came to his aid. He hadn't even bothered calling them in his final moments, because deep down, he knew they would not come.
And now? He was one of them.
He clenched his fists. Just what kind of twisted joke is this?
Yet… he couldn't deny the strange sense of power coursing through him. A system was a system. These legendary cheats, in several stories, existed only to help ordinary people like him survive in impossible circumstances.
And he was ordinary. He was not a schemer. Not an unrivaled genius. Not some monster in human skin like his brother. The only step he could take to survive… was through this.
"Fine," he muttered under his breath. "At least it's something. Even if it's as an officer… I don't really mind."
The screen shimmered again, and this time, a new panel appeared.
[Profile Information Displayed:]
Name: Yuan Zhenzhou
Age: 16
Status: Healthy
Cultivation Stage: Body Enforcement (Fifth stage early)
Duty Status: Active Cadet
Zhen frowned. His eyes locked on the cultivation stage.
"Body Enforcement? What is this?" he muttered.
In this world, cultivation was straightforward—Body Refinement, Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, and so on. But here? His stage had been replaced.
Still, considering the uniform, considering the words, it made sense. His path wasn't ordinary anymore. It wasn't the same cultivation as the rest. It was… an Enforcement Path. A police cultivator.
Before he could dwell longer, another chime resounded.
Ding!
[Immortal Cadet Yuan Zhenzhou.]
[Would you like to take on a mission?]
[Yes / No.]
Below the words, a small timer appeared. The numbers ticked downward.
20… 19… 18…
His heartbeat sped up. Unlike other systems in stories he had read in his past life, this one didn't force him. It wasn't dragging him forward with a chain like he was some kind of a slave to it. It was offering him a choice.
But deep down, he already knew the answer. He needed strength. And fast. Against his brother, against this lawless world, against every beast and cultivator that would trample him—schemes meant nothing if he didn't have the raw power to stand.
Zhen inhaled sharply, his eyes narrowing as his hand rose.
"Ultimate system power against schemes?" he muttered to himself. "It's worth it."
His finger pressed the glowing word.
"Yes."