A cold, mechanical voice echoed in John's mind—
[You have cultivated for a million years. Your cultivation has reached the Godless Realm.]
[You have reached the peak of the Dao Game. Please exit the Game temporarily.]
…
[Waiting for launch…]
[Official launch in 12 hours.]
How long has it been? john thought
John… was a transmigrator.
Fifteen years ago, he arrived on Blue Star, a world exactly similar to earth but the name of the world was changed to Blue Star
And from that very night onward, something strange happened—
Every time he fell asleep, a game login interface appeared in his mind.
At first, he thought it was just a dream.
But after having the same dream for a month
He realised this wasn't a normal dream.
It was… a fixdream.
In a dream, he dreamed about the cultivation world
Known as the Dao World, very similar to the game he used to play back on earth
Unlike those legendary immersive vrmmorpg, the game was… disappointingly simple.
No intense combat control.
Just—
Idle cultivation.
Automatic progression.
and Passive growth.
Nonetheless, a fun place for him to relax from his day-to-day life.
At least… that's what it seemed.
Time flowed differently inside the game (dream).
Fifteen years in reality—
One million years inside the game.
Inside that endless span of time…
John cultivated.
Died.
Resurrected.
Repeated.
As a "dreamer", he had no limit.
No true death.
While countless Fellow Daoists rose and fell like fleeting sparks—
But John remained.
He outlived them all.
Step by step, realm by realm—
Until finally… he reached
Godless Realm.
He stood alone at the peak.
The only Supreme Emperor.
No one below him?
No one above him.
There are Dozens of cultivation realms that people need to pass to finally reach the stage John has reached
but,
Not a single cultivator remained who could match him.
The gap between him and the rest of existence…
Was no longer a gap.
It was an abyss.
Over a million years—
He collected everything.
Chaos Spiritual Roots.
Innate Supreme Treasures.
Divine Rank Artifacts.
Heaven-defying techniques.
Endless pills.
Endless weapons.
Even the most insignificant grass from ancient times—
Was now a priceless treasure.
And John?
He collected it all.
Like a tireless, obsessive—
hoarder.
Billions of storage bags remain in his subspace.
Each is filled to the limit.
Each overflowing with treasures that could shake the heavens.
Even his Dao Companions—
Peerless beauties capable of stunning eras—
Were… technically part of his collection.
(Though the game had no dual cultivation function, much to his regret…)
Eventually—
There was nothing left to grind.
Nothing left to collect.
Nothing left to achieve.
He had reached the supposed end.
And now—
The Dream suddenly ended today.
John frowend, he didn't know what was going on, there were several times he woke up in the middle of a dream, but it was his first time hearing such a notice, of system.
"…Tch."
An unhappy expression appeared in his face.
'Why did his dream suddenly break today, like that'
But thinking thoroughly, he realised it might be his cheat finally getting upgrade
maybe when he open game again, he would arrive in legendary immortal realm that every one talk about in the game.
A little excited.
After all—
He finally had a chance to play a higher version of the game
He shook his head and got ready for work.
This "game"—
Wouldn't change reality anyway.
Right?
The next moment—
A voice rang across the entire planet.
Cold. Absolute. Unavoidable.
[System Initialised: The Great Migration has begun.]
[Target World: The Primordial Realm (Dao World).]
[Quest: Slay the Tyrant!]
John froze.
[Description: People of Blue Star, the Sage Emperor has achieved Supreme Authority.]
[His reign is tyrannical and must be ended.]
[All citizens of Blue Star are drafted as "Heroes" to liberate the world.]
Silence.
John slowly looked at the familiar interface in his mind.
His heart skipped a beat.
"…Wait."
A terrifying realisation dawned.
"Aren't I… the Sage Emperor?"
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