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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 day of the Pill Meet arrived. The city was full. Everyone was gathered in the arena of the city.

The arena was completely furnished, and there had not been a fight in here for the last month. Everything was done in preparation for the pill meet.

Alchemists from all over the city were in this arena. The singular stage was big enough for thousands of alchemists to compete.

But this was not a meet open to everyone. Only two hundred handpicked, young alchemists were allowed to compete here. That was still a lot, and those alchemists who weren't able to compete in the competition were in the stands, looking on.

It was the rare chance to see so many types of refinement processes at once. No alchemist would want to miss this.

The two hundred alchemists took the stage were evenly spaced in between them. And at the very center, there were four furnaces placed in the grandest fashion.

The Pill Meet