Rain hammered the streets like it wanted to erase the world.
A young man ran through it—breathing hard, shoes slipping against wet asphalt, heart pounding like it would burst.
He wasn't a hero.
He wasn't special.
Just… ordinary.
A horn screamed.
Blinding headlights tore through the rain.
He turned—
Too late.
Bang.
Darkness.
No pain. No sound. No body.
Just endless emptiness.
"…So this is death…"
His thoughts drifted, fading… dissolving…
Then suddenly—
A pull.
Violent.
As if something had grabbed his soul and was dragging it across space itself.
Faster. Faster—
Until—
Awakening
"—gh!"
He gasped and shot upright.
Air rushed into his lungs as pain spread across his body.
His vision blurred, then cleared.
A small wooden room.
Cracked walls. Old furniture. No electricity.
"This isn't… Earth…"
He looked at his hands.
Thin. Weak. Unfamiliar.
Before he could think further—
A flood of memories slammed into his mind.
"AAHH—!"
He collapsed, clutching his head as чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж чуж—
…then silence.
He lay there, breathing heavily.
"…Vihaan…"
The name came naturally.
Not his.
But now… it was.
New Identity
Vihaan Wei.
16 years old.
A nobody from a declining family branch.
No talent.
No achievements.
Just… average.
The kind of person no one notices.
He slowly stood and walked to a cracked bronze mirror.
A pale, ordinary face stared back.
"…So I really transmigrated."
The World He Shouldn't Know
As memories settled, his expression changed.
"This energy… Dou Qi… sects… alchemists…"
His eyes widened slightly.
"…This is the world of Battle Through the Heavens."
Not similar.
The same.
And not just anywhere—
"I'm in Wu Tan City…"
The beginning of everything.
The Timeline
Fragments of memory surfaced—
"Xiao Yan's cultivation dropped again…"
"From genius to trash…"
"What a disgrace…"
Vihaan's gaze sharpened.
"…So it already started."
The regression.
Which meant—
"He hasn't met his master yet…"
His fingers slowly clenched.
"…There are still two years."
Two years before the rise of a legend.
Two years before the story truly begins.
Reality
He leaned back against the wall.
"In that story… only monsters survive."
People like Xiao Yan rise.
People like him?
Disappear.
No talent.
No backing.
No destiny.
He should've been irrelevant.
The Change
[Ding!]
A mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
Vihaan froze.
"…What now?"
[Detecting host…]
[Binding… complete.]
A translucent panel appeared before his eyes.
🏷️ System 1
[10,000× Auction System activated.]
Before he could process it—
[Ding!]
Another voice followed.
📅 System 2
[Sign-In System activated.]
Silence.
Vihaan stared at the floating panels.
"…Two systems?"
Information suddenly flowed into his mind.
⚙️ System Rules
🏷️ Auction System
Daily auction limit: 10 items
Only the first 10 items receive system effect
Multiplier: random (10× to 10,000×)
Items beyond limit: no multiplier
Living beings: allowed
System items: cannot be auctioned
📅 Sign-In System
Daily rewards
Rewards are system items
Cannot be auctioned or multiplied
🧠 Understanding
Vihaan didn't react immediately.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes.
"…Random multiplier…"
Unstable.
Unpredictable.
Then—
"…Ten items per day."
A hard limit.
He exhaled slowly.
"…Good."
If it was unlimited, it would be meaningless.
Limits meant value.
🔥 Final Resolve
He turned toward the window, looking at the unfamiliar sky of Wu Tan City.
Calm.
Focused.
Calculating.
"Two years before the main story…"
"Ten chances a day…"
A faint smile appeared.
Not excited.
Not relieved.
But controlled.
"That's enough."
Ending Line
In a world ruled by strength—
Vihaan Wei chose a different path.
"I won't chase power…"
"I'll make it come to me."