An old man stood at the peak of a towering mountain. In front of him, a glowing system panel hovered in the air.
[System is ready to accept host]
"Ha, now it is perfect."
He let out a tired sigh as the cold wind brushed against his ancient face.
"I have lived a million years... now I am tired of living this life. I hope this system that I created for nearly half of my life will pave the way to another great hero."
He looked at the system and commanded—
[Go and find your host. Remember, he must be mortal.]
A message appeared on the panel:
[The creator's command has been received.]
With a flash, the system vanished into the void.
The old man smiled faintly.
"Now the time has come. I hope after I become part of this cosmos, everything will be okay," he thought, and then, just like the system, he disappeared—his existence fading into starlight.
nearly ten thousand years, the system searched tirelessly for a suitable host.
It moved from one space tunnel to another, traversing countless realms and dimensions, yet it could not find one worthy enough.
At one point, the system hovered above Earth for five hundred years, scanning every living being. But even there, no one met its creator's condition.
Disappointed, it left and continued its eternal search.
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Now, in the present time—
A young boy of thirteen was running desperately through a burning forest.
Behind him, a group of masked men were in hot pursuit.
He was soaked in blood from head to toe. Almost all his family's servants had been killed — only he remained alive.
Suddenly, a flash of light struck his back with a loud bang, sending him flying.
He crashed to the ground, coughing up blood.
"Cough, cough."
His body trembled. He was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hand.
"Mom, Dad... I'm sorry. I'm a useless son. I can't take care of you in the future."
Slowly, his pursuers approached.
Their leader stepped forward, his tone filled with arrogance.
"An ant dares to compete with Young Master? How pathetic. Now dieeee!"
He raised his sword and slashed toward the boy's chest.
But before the blade could land, a thunderous explosion erupted.
Bang!
The leader and his companions were instantly torn apart — reduced to nothing but minced flesh.
A glowing system panel appeared above the boy's body, flashing brightly.
[The host has been found. Now system is integrating with the host.]
Wan Yu — half-conscious — barely opened his eyes.
"Looks like Yama came to take my soul... now I'll be in peace," he muttered weakly.
Tears rolled down his cheeks like falling rain, and slowly, his consciousness faded into darkness.