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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

A blue light finally hit me. I looked at the second elder to see if his expression changed.

He did not look satisfied, but he did not look disappointed either. He just looked forward monotonously now.

I looked down at where the blue light had hit my body. It was at the center of my chest, and upon close inspection, I could see that there was this number that was showing on me right at that point.

The number, fifty six, was shown to everyone else. I looked at the number that Ji Riyal had.

"Fifty seven. It looks like we were almost destined to meet, but we are not going to. A pity. We are in totally different halves. Well then, if we shall meet, then we shall meet in the finals. Until then, I hope that you do not fall short." Ji Riyal smiled as he started walking away.

Who am I matched against?