The Fate That Bleeds Through Glass
"Did I… transmigrate?"
The thought didn't just echo — it detonated inside him.
Soren Ravyn clutched his skull, vision whiting out. His pulse hammered like war drums; pain bloomed behind his eyes in violent bursts, each one sharper than the last. Memories he'd never lived ripped through him like tidal waves colliding, crashing, breaking apart the world he knew.
Faces he didn't recognize.
Names his tongue had never spoken.
A World he had never touched — the Seven Blue Lotus World.
His knees buckled. He braced trembling palms against the cold interior of the Crystal Lotus Mirror, breath ragged, chest heaving. His reflection stared back — a stranger he suddenly knew too well:
Soren Ravyn — shoulder-length black hair falling like midnight silk, blue eyes burning like sapphires under starlight, a face too perfectly sculpted to belong to fate's whipping boy. But the terror in his eyes made him painfully human. Sweat slicked his lashes. His throat convulsed.
He tried to scream.
Nothing came out.
Not a sound. Not even a gasp.
Just silent agony — a drowning man trapped in glass.
Inside his mind, the past he lived twisted into the past this body remembered. The world spun. His consciousness flickered.
And then—darkness surged up, swallowing him whole.
He didn't know how long he drifted before awareness scraped back.
Fragments of memories — like broken lanterns drifting through ink — gathered just enough light to see by. The pressure eased, and clarity crashed in.
He transmigrated.Into a novel he had been reading not long ago — a hot-blooded immortal epic where the protagonist rose from nothing.
No, not immortal.
Transcendent.This world used different laws. Different stages.Different fates.
The plot ran through his mind like a fever dream:
A boy named Fin Ravyn, born insignificant in a remote village, stumbles into destiny — rising from a Novice to a GrandMaster, to the Transcendent Realm, until he challenged the one no one believed mortal hands could reach:
The Supreme Lotus Emperor — sovereign of the World, ruler of the Seven Blue Lotus World, master of life and death.
And through the very artifact Soren was trapped in —the Crystal Lotus Mirror — Fin finally defeated him.
Soren's fingers curled against the mirror wall, nails biting into the glass.
"...So that's who I am now," he breathed, voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across broken dreams."I'm the Supreme Lotus Emperor. The villain. The final boss. The… corpse waiting to happen."
He lifted his gaze. Through the shimmering veil of the Crystal Lotus Mirror, he saw Fin Ravyn outside — black hair, black eyes, a fearless tilt to his chin. Young. Burning with a hero's conviction.
The true protagonist.
But Soren's eyes didn't linger on him.
Instead, they slid — unbidden — to the women around Fin.
There weren't many here right now, but their presence was blinding — like constellations dropped into mortal form.
The first was Yara, and she drew the attention of every soul without even trying.Silver-white hair cascaded down her back like moonlit silk, icy blue eyes colder than winter's edge. Her skin — pale as carved marble — held no flaw. The tight black dress hugging her curves shimmered with silver lotus embroidery; the high slit up her thigh revealed a toned, devastating leg — a warrior's strength wrapped in a goddess's form.
Her arms were crossed, expression carved from ice.This was his sister.And she hated him.
Beside her stood Rose, the polar opposite — a wildfire given flesh.Crimson hair fell like blood-soaked silk; her ember-red eyes smoldered. That slit crimson dress clung to her like a lover's hands, hugging E-cup curves, narrow waist, and hips built to start wars. Her smile was a blade; her aura, a furnace.
She watched the mirror with predatory intrigue, one corner of her mouth lifting.A woman like that didn't fear devils — she danced with them.
There were others — cultivators whose beauty, power, and identities shaped the novel's beating heart. Even in the original story, readers joked the book shouldn't have been named "Legend of a Hero" at all, but something like:
"Consorts of Chaos: The Ten Stars of Destiny."
Because the truth was brutal — Fin Ravyn's victories weren't his alone. These women — each a prodigy, each a political titan — lifted him to heights otherwise impossible.
Hell, Soren remembered thinking the protagonist was the densest man alive for never even kissing one of them.
Now that irony tasted like blood.
Because he was the one trapped inside the mirror.
He was the villain.
And this was the finale.
"This is so screwed."Soren's voice cracked into a laugh — humorless, edged in despair."I just got here and there's literally no time to even try. I'm already… done for."
His future wasn't a road.It was a cliff.
A soft ding shattered the silence inside his skull.
Ding![A foreign presence invades the soul…][Compatibility: 100% matched.][Binding — 1%… 25%… 50%… 75%… 100%]
B O N D I N G C O M P L E T E
A voice — neither mechanical nor human — bloomed in his mind, ancient and young at once, like fate learning to speak.
✨[Fate Editing System Online]✨
"The host may now rewrite the past and alter destiny. Would you like to begin your Fate Edit?"
Soren's breath hitched.A laugh surged out of him — shaky, hysterical, gleaming with hope so sharp it cut.
"A system… I actually got a system."
For the first time since waking, his eyes burned — not from pain, but the terrifying, fragile promise of change.
"System," he whispered, "what… can you do?"
Knowledge flooded him — features, rules, limitations:
Rewrite the past.Alter events.Shift reputation.Break cause and effect.Change everything that led to this moment.
At a cost.
At a terrible cost.
The system chimed again:
{Does the host want to start editing his past right away?}{Caution: All cultivation — from Novice to Saint Realm — will be extracted.}{Please choose: YES / NO}
Soren didn't hesitate.
"YES."
Because waiting meant death.And losing cultivation?He'd lose it anyway — trapped inside the Crystal Lotus Mirror until drained to nothing.
If he was going to die, then let him die doing something.
Outside, the cultivators noticed the shift.
Fin Ravyn's brows furrowed. "It's already come to this point. Is the Supreme Lotus Emperor trying to escape the Crystal Lotus Mirror?"
Rose scoffed lightly. "Impossible. The Crystal Lotus Mirror is an ancient divine relic. Even someone in the Transcendent Realm couldn't break free."
Yara's voice was glacier-cold. Her eyes never left the mirror."Let him struggle. Death tastes sweeter after hope."
Others chimed in — whispers of relief, mockery, rage sharpened into satisfaction.
They had feared him for so long.Now they watched him fall.
Light burst from the Crystal Lotus Mirror — violent, blinding, pure.
The chamber shook. The air trembled. Robes snapped in the wind of released power, hair whipping around startled faces.
Fin stepped back, shielding his eyes."What—!?"
When the radiance finally began to fade, silence swallowed the hall.
The figure inside the mirror —Soren Ravyn, the Supreme Lotus Emperor — was gone.
In his place…
something else was forming.