"Beyond godlike!"
The speakers blasted the announcer's voice as a lone player cut down his seventh enemy in a row.
His teammates spammed pings. On the screen, victory was inevitable.
But the hands on the keyboard never moved again.
The player had already fallen asleep—
and this time, it was eternal.
***
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
The gamer jolted awake like someone ripped out of a nightmare.
A searing bolt of pain lanced through his skull, and he clutched his head, rolling on the bed as a deluge of memories poured into him—memories that weren't his.
Cultivation manuals. Sword forms. Harsh winters in mountain sects. Years of failure. Beatings.
Shame. Panic.
And finally—
death.
A full minute passed before he could even breathe properly.
"What the—what the actual f—?!"
He shot upright, eyes wide, chest heaving.
This wasn't his gaming chair.
This wasn't his basement.
This wasn't even Earth.
He was twenty-five. A hardcore gamer.
A man with 200,000 hours in Dota 2, with wrists ruined from clicking and a soul hardened by toxic teammates and patch notes that nerfed his favorite heroes.
And now—
he was in another world.
The body he now controlled belonged to Lin Feng, once an 18-year-old outer disciple of the Peerless Sword Sect.
The new memories flooded him with every miserable detail.
Lin Feng entered the sect at age fifteen—like every hopeful cultivator across the empire.
At that age, potential was everything.
But three years later, he was still stuck at the 2nd stage of Body Refining Realm, a joke among outer disciples.
And in this sect, jokes got thrown out.
Only the strong got resources.
Only the talented survived.
The competition was in just a few days.
If he won't get to the top 100 of the outer disciples competition, he would get expelled.
And last night, in a reckless attempt to avoid being kicked out of the sect, Lin Feng tried to forcefully break through from the 2nd stage to the 3rd stage…
and his meridians ruptured.
His body collapsed.
His soul burned out like a candle in a storm.
That was the moment the gamer's soul arrived.
"I'm… I'm actually fucked," the new Lin Feng muttered.
He rubbed his face with both hands, as if hoping he'd wake up again in front of his computer.
But no.
This was real.
The cold wooden walls.
The faint smell of spiritual herbs.
The sword manuals stacked in the corner, mocking him.
Everything felt too vivid to be a dream.
He took a shaky breath.
"And the outer disciple competition is in a few days…"
A pause.
"Oh, great. I'm absolutely, completely, unbelievably—"
He threw his arms into the air dramatically.
"FUCKED!"
His voice echoed through the tiny room.
Outside, a passing disciple paused, frowned, and muttered,
"Outer disciples have gone crazy these days…"
Lin Feng dropped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Okay… okay. Think. I survived toxic ranked games for years. I can survive this too… right?"
But deep down, he wasn't sure.
Not yet.
This was a cultivation world where the weak had no right to speak, much less dream.
Here, strength wasn't just power—it was law.
A single wrong glance at the wrong young master, a single sentence spoken in the presence of someone stronger, and Lin Feng could be slapped into paste before he even realized he'd offended someone.
And no one would care.
Not the sect.
Not the heavens.
Not even the guy who slapped him to death.
This place was the definition of "speak only when you're stronger."
Lin Feng exhaled slowly.
"Great. Absolutely great. Welcome to a world where politeness won't save you."
He pushed himself off the bed and walked toward the polished bronze mirror standing against the wall.
The reflection staring back made him freeze mid-step.
"…Holy shit."
He leaned closer.
The face looking back at him was absurdly handsome.
Smooth skin, sharp jawline, sword-like eyebrows, long eyelashes—he looked like a male lead from every fantasy novel ever written.
Compared to this, even Earth's top actors, models, and the most edited Instagram influencers looked mid.
He poked his own cheek.
"Yep. That's me. Damn."
But the brief thrill faded quickly, replaced by a heavy sigh.
"Too bad it means nothing here…"
In a xianxia world, beauty was about as useful as a wooden sword against a dragon.
Women here didn't dream of dating handsome men; they dreamed of partnering with powerful geniuses who could protect them on the path of immortality.
Talent. Cultivation speed. Bloodline. Potential. Those were the currencies of attraction.
Not looks.
Which was why this Lin Feng lived like a monk despite being handsome.
Trash talent = zero romance prospects.
Handsome waste = still waste.
And honestly… the new Lin Feng wasn't much better.
On Earth, he was a hardcore gamer otaku.
A man who spent so many years grinding Dota 2 that he had more playtime than some people had hours of life experience.
His sleeping schedule was criminal. His back was crooked. His wallet was thin.
His dating life was so nonexistent it could be considered extinct.
Not for lack of trying, but—
"I was ugly as sin," he muttered.
"And fat. Don't forget fat. A tank hero in real life… but without any armor."
His Earth body came with debuffs so severe that even if he wanted to fix things, he'd need surgery, discipline, and a personal trainer blessed by heaven.
It was tragic, but he had long accepted his fate.
There was no respawn for being created on nightmare difficulty.
"But now…" He stared at his new reflection.
"A handsome face AND a healthy body? Bro, this is the greatest patch note change of my life."
His eyes gleamed with determination as he paced the room in circles.
"No matter what, I refuse to believe I can't get a girlfriend in THIS world! I look like this! There's no way!"
He raised a fist to the sky dramatically.
"But before romance—CHEAT! Where's my transmigrator cheat?! My golden finger! My system! My plot armor! My—"
He screamed at the ceiling.
"GIVE ME MY CHEAT NOW!!!"
As if heaven was waiting for that exact moment—
DING!
A crisp, metallic notification rang in his mind, clear as day.
Lin Feng froze.
His heart shot into his throat.
The air around him seemed to still.
A faint, glowing light flickered before his eyes, and a translucent panel slowly materialized in the air, shimmering like a hologram.
Lines of text began to form.
Lin Feng's lips curled into a trembling smile.
"Oh… oh hell yes… let's freaking GO!"
The greatly anticipated cheat had finally arrived.