Blood pooled at Li Shen's feet.
The world around him was fading, yet his mind was clearer than ever.
He had trusted his sect. He had trusted his master. And in the end, he was betrayed—slaughtered by the very people he called family.
"Li Shen," a cold voice echoed in his ears, "you were never meant to rise above your station. This is your punishment for defying fate."
The blade pierced his chest. Pain seared through his body. His vision blurred.
So this is the end…
But instead of darkness, a strange, mechanical chime echoed in his dying consciousness.
> Ding! Initiating Soul Transfer Protocol…
New Vessel Detected: Modern World Host.
System Binding in Progress…
Li Shen's eyes widened, though his body had long gone cold. System? Modern world?
Before he could process anything, his soul was dragged into an endless void.
The next moment—
He gasped. His lungs filled with air. His chest rose and fell rapidly. He was alive.
But this was not the sect, nor the ancient mountains. He was lying on a soft bed in a small room, walls plastered with posters of bands and glowing screens. Outside the window, neon lights flickered, and the sound of cars honked in the distance.
"This…" Li Shen muttered, his eyes trembling. "A mortal city?"
Then, a familiar chime resounded again.
> Welcome, Host! System of Vengeance has successfully bound.
Mission: Survive. Grow. Take revenge. Ascend.
Li Shen clenched his fists. His last memory was betrayal. Now, he had returned—stronger, wiser, and armed with something the old world could never imagine.
"Very well," he whispered, his gaze sharp. "If fate dares to toy with me again, I will shatter it myself."
And so began his second life.
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