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Fate is weird. Of all the people in the world, why would it select me to send to a different world? 

And what is it trying to do? Put up a show by giving me a system? But oh well, what do I care. 

The previous owner of this body was a cripple and looked down on, but now I can slap their faces with my system.

Young masters? Get out of my way!

Princes? Geniuses? Oh please. I have a system. That does not mean anything to me. 

I know that I am not the greatest. But fate gave me a cheat system, and I am not wasting it.

I am going to do whatever it takes to conquer this world. Fate forced me to do this. It isn’t my fault if I cause some ruin on the way.

Note - In the few months that this has been up, I noticed that many readers complain that the MC is stupid and dumb. That is how he is at the beginning. He is skeptical. He does not believe that he is reincarnated. But as the story progresses, you can see that he develops and adapts. I hope that you can get till there. 

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If you like a relatable MC, with a little humor and overpowered stats, as well as a good story line with a little romance, then this is the novel for you. Events will transpire in first person.

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Reincarnated With A System In A Cultivation World

The bald man was surprisingly the outlier. After him, one by one, people unleashed their strongest attacks, and not even a small scratch was made on the rock. It was truly astonishing. The trial of strength really did take away too many of the participants.

"It is senior brother Riyal!" someone shouted. Immediately, everyone looked at the person who just raised his sword at the rock. It was just a normal sword. There was nothing special about the sword. In fact, it seemed that there was no Qi used here as well. He was attempting to make an attack without using any Qi!

Common sense would dictate that he was a mad man. But the only thing I felt from this man was a terrifying oppression. He was strong! This attack that he was about to unleash was powerful enough to kill me if I took it head on.

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