"*Sigh*, what a f##k ass day".
Meet Cory, a typical bouncer in a night club…and today hasn't been a good day for the 27-year-old muscle head.
"What do you mean by that though?, today has been a great day…there haven't been any fights in the club, which you know well enough that's pretty rare in this parts of the city" a man standing across Cory voiced out with a grin.
"Wipe that stupid grin off your face Marcus, you know what I mean" Cory looked back at the blonde hair man.
Both of them were on guard duty for the night at a famous underground night club.
"I can't help it hehe, you're bored right?"
"Is it that obvious?"
Marcus shot him a smirk. "Of course it is! You've been out in the streets 5 times now, looking for anybody that looked at you funny. Heck, you even scared a drunkard away from the bar with your gaze alone" Marcus couldn't hold in his laughter anymore as he doubled down, clutching his stomach as a loud guffaw ripped through the silence, slapping his thighs in glee.
"Shut up dude, you wanna get us fired?" Cory looked away from his idiot friend who's still laughing either way.
They were in standing in front of a three-story building…you'd be surprised that it's called an underground nightclub even though it's not underground.
Well it's simple, the building is a cover-up for something more…interesting, only few people know about the hotel true workings and among them are Marcus and Cory, since they've to make sure to secure the 'hotel's main entrance'…but even they don't know what's underground.
"Get fired? Dude, there's nobody here bro…like seriously, look around. It's a Tuesday night, man. Dead as hell."
Marcus had a point. The street was eerily quiet for this part of the city. Even the usual crowd of smokers and late-night stragglers had thinned out to nothing.
Cory grunted, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Yeah, yeah. Still doesn't change the fact that I'm bored out of my mind."
"Then let's talk about something interesting," Marcus said, leaning against the brick wall. "You still doing those underground fights on the weekends?"
"Had to stop it…the Boss found out and threatened to 'can' me if I kept it up. Said it was 'bad for the club's image' or some bullshit."
"Man, that sucks. You were even making bank off those fights."
"Tell me about it." Cory rolled his shoulders. Fighting had always been his stress reliever….that's the one thing that made him feel truly alive. Working as a bouncer helped scratch that itch, but nights like this? They drove him almost insane.
*SCREEEEEEECH*
The sound of tires screeching shattered the quiet.
Both men straightened immediately, their bodies tensing as a black sedan came roaring down the street, and behind it, came another vehicle which was hot on its tail, its a dark SUV with tinted windows.
"The hell?" Marcus muttered.
The sedan swerved violently, clipping a parked car before spinning out of control. It was headed toward the sidewalk….which was in the direction of both Cory and Marcus.
If someone were to ask Cory what he was thinking, well…he wasn't thinking at that moment…it was all instinct.
His body slammed into Marcus, shoving his friend out of the path of the oncoming vehicle. Marcus hit the ground hard, rolling across the pavement.
The last thing Cory saw was the twisted metal of the sedan's hood.
Then…it went…Dark.
'So this is how it ends', Cory thought distantly. 'At least I get to save Marcus's dumbass.'
He would've laughed if he could still breathe.
The darkness swallowed him whole.
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[SYSTEM INITIALIZING...]
[COMPATIBLE SOUL DETECTED]
[REINCARNATION PROTOCOL: ACTIVE]
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Wei Feng's eyes snapped open.
Pain…was what welcomed him from his slumber.
It wasn't just any pain…what he felt was a burning pain….lanced through his throat.
He gasped, choking on air itself, his hands flying to his neck. His fingers touched a rough cable like material around his neck, and panic seized him.
'Can't breathe—can't—'
He clawed at the noose around his neck, his vision was getting dimmer and dimmer by the second.
He started trying to swing his suspended body, which in turn started thrashed weakly,
Suddenly, the weakened rope gave way. Wei Feng couldn't even register his fall, all he knew was that he felt soreness all over his body.
*THUD*.
He hit the wooden floor hard, the impact jarring his already battered body.
The rope was still on neck, but wasn't enough to cause any discomfort to his already reddened neck.
Wei Feng lay there, gasping like a fish out of water, each breath was a ragged and painful thing.
'What the fuck?'
Memories crashed into him like a tidal wave.
Two sets of memories, in fact.
Which was…
Cory Jensen
And…
Wei Feng…a failed cultivator, you could call him a disgrace of the Wei Clan…he's a 20-year-old -kid. But…. he's also dead.
He committed Suicide… by hanging.
The two memories merged, twisted, intertwined until he couldn't tell where one life ended and the other began. But one thing was clear to him now.
He wasn't Cory anymore.
And he wasn't the original Wei Feng either.
He was something new. Something... different...a fusion of some sort.
[DING!]
A translucent gold screen materialized in front of his face, floating in midair.
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[REINCARNATION COMPLETE]
[WELCOME, HOST]
[DIVINE CULTIVATION SYSTEM - ACTIVATED]
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[HOST STATUS]
- Name: Wei Feng (Cory Jensen)
- Age: 20
- Cultivation: Body Refinement Realm - Rank 2 (Power Level: 18)
- Status: Critically Injured (Throat Damage, Oxygen Deprivation)
- Condition: Weak, Malnourished
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[EMERGENCY QUEST TRIGGERED!]
Quest: Survive Your First Day
- Objective: Do not die within the next 24 hours
- Reward: Beginner's Gift Package, 100 System Points
- Failure: Permanent Death
*[Accept?]*
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Wei Feng stared at the screen, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing.
'A system? Like in those web novels Marcus used to read?'
As he thought of his friend, a slight smile formed on Wei Feng's pink lips.
Before he could do anything, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the room.
What followed after were the voices from multiple.
"Did you hear that noise?"
"Probably that trash Wei Feng doing something pathetic again."
"Let's go check. Maybe he finally did us all a favor and kicked the bucket."
Laughter followed…it was both a cruel and mocking laughter to hear.
Wei Feng's jaw clenched.
From the voices alone, Wei Feng could already tell who they were through the old Wei Feng's memories.
'*Tsk* Servants…I can't believe this Low-level clan members, who barely qualified as cultivators, can even look down on people…I guess that only shows how poor the original Wei Feng's potential is.'
The door burst open.
Three young men entered, all wearing the plain gray robes of the Wei Clan's outer servants. They stopped when they saw Wei Feng on the floor, a piece of the broken rope still dangling from the ceiling beam.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then one of them—a stocky youth with a pig-like face—burst out laughing.
"Holy shit! He actually tried to kill himself!"
"Guess being trash finally got to him," another one said, a thin man with a rat-like face.
The third servant, taller and slightly better dressed, shook his head with mock sympathy. "He's so pathetic. Couldn't even succeed at killing himself. The rope probably couldn't carry the trash."
They all laughed.
Wei Feng said nothing. He simply stared at them, his face was as blank as ice, his body still lying on the cold floor.
Inside, though?
Cory's fighting instincts that screamed at him to get up and bash their faces in. To show them what a *real* fighter could do.
But he held back.
'I can't just yet. I need to understand this world first. Need to figure out how this system works. Need to get stronger.'
So instead, Wei Feng lowered his gaze, playing the part of the broken, defeated young master.
"S-sorry," he rasped, his voice hoarse from the hanging. "I... I didn't mean to disturb anyone."
The servants' laughter grew louder.
"Listen to him! He's apologizing to *us*!"
"What a joke."
The pig-faced one stepped forward and kicked Wei Feng in the ribs…the kick wasn't hard enough to damage the already weakened Wei Feng, but was enough to hurt him.
Wei Feng grunted, curling in on himself.
'I will never forget today…', he thought coldly. 'I will make every single one of you pay.'
"Get up, trash," the tall servant sneered. "And clean this mess up. If the steward hears about this, we'll all get in trouble."
With that, the three of them left, still laughing amongst themselves.
The door slammed shut.
Wei Feng lay there for a long moment, listening to their footsteps fade away.
Then, slowly, he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
His throat ached. His ribs throbbed. His entire body felt weak and battered.
But his eyes?
His eyes burned with cold determination.
The golden system screen still hovered in front of him.
Wei Feng reached out and mentally selected **[Accept]**.
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[QUEST ACCEPTED]
[BEGINNER'S TUTORIAL UNLOCKED]
[ANALYZING HOST'S SITUATION...]
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A smile tugged at the corner of Wei Feng's lips—a smile that didn't belong to the weak, pathetic young master everyone thought he was.
It was the smile of a man who'd spent his whole life fighting.
"Alright then," he muttered, his voice still rough but filled with a dangerous edge. "Let's see what this world has to offer."