How To Think Like A Reincarnator

The first rays of dawn kissed the sky, painting it in hues of pink and gold, the day had finally arrived.

Tomorrow was now today. Despite the dilapidated state of the surroundings, there was an undeniable sense of energy and purpose pulsating through the air. Martial practitioners from all around the city, their eager whispers and determined expressions betraying their anticipation for the day's events.

In the distance, Xin Ming could see the preparations underway for the tournament grounds, banners fluttering in the breeze and makeshift arenas being erected with meticulous care. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and tension, as competitors mentally prepared themselves for the challenges that lay ahead.

As he made his way towards the registration area for the martial arts tournament, a sense of determination coursed through his veins, driving him forward despite the apprehension that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness.

Today was the day I would win the mythril grass, but I have to decide whether to show my real cultivation here or not.

As he approached the registration booth, he could feel the weight of curious gazes upon him, their silent scrutiny piercing through the indifference I maintained. Whispers and murmurs followed in his wake, the hushed tones carrying with them the unmistakable sting of ridicule and disdain.

"Look at him, barely able to stand on his own two feet, and he dares to come to the tournament."

"He's a disgrace to our clan, showing his face here."

Reaching the registration table, the official behind the booth regarded him with thinly veiled contempt, his disdainful gaze lingering on his threadbare attire and unkempt appearance.

"Name?" he demanded, his tone laced with disdain.

"Xin Ming," he replied coldly.

A derisive snort escaped the official's lips as he scribbled my name onto the registration list, his movements brusque and dismissive. "And what realm are you, Xin Ming? Foundation? Gold Core? Or perhaps you're still struggling to gather Qi?"

"I am of the Qi Gathering Realm"

The official's lip curled into a sneer, his contemptuous gaze boring into mine with unwavering intensity. "Qi Gathering? Ha! I suppose even trash like you is allowed to participate in our tournament. But don't expect to make it past the first round—weaklings like you are better off staying home where you belong."

"We'll see about that," I retorted, his voice carrying a quiet intensity that brooked no argument.

Turning on my heel, he left the registration booth behind him, his steps firm and free, showing no care to anyone who insulted him.

As he left the registration area, his childhood friend, Xin Yue, caught sight of me and hurried over. Her expression was a mix of concern and urgency as she reached out to stop me.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in a shimmering waterfall of ebony silk, framing a face that could only be described as breathtaking. High cheekbones, delicate features, and eyes that sparkled like the stars themselves adorned her countenance, casting a mesmerizing spell upon all who beheld her.

Draped in a flowing robe of azure silk, adorned with delicate embroidery and intricate patterns, she moved with a grace and elegance that seemed almost otherworldly.

"Brother Xin, what are you doing here?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with worry. "You shouldn't participate in the tournament. It's too dangerous."

I regarded her with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Xin Yue had always been protective of me, ever since we were children training together in the martial arts academy. But her concern now seemed to stem from a genuine fear for my safety.

Yeah, No.

If there is a lesson I have learned from living so many lives, it is to trust no one, as everyone has a dagger concealed in their heart, ready to strike when you are vulnerable

That's probably what I would have thought if I was an imbecile living my first life. This vixen is unexpectedly two faced, stabbing me in the back when I was injured all because she wanted my items. I was so fooled by her appearance and actions I didn't even notice that she had such a demonic nature. I'll make sure to end you one day or another…

"I appreciate your concern, Xin Yue," Xin Ming replied with a reassuring smile, "but I've made up my mind. I need to participate in this tournament. It's the only way for me to prove myself and solidify my foundation."

Xin Yue's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and apprehension. "I know you're determined, Brother Xin," she said softly, "but you have to understand the risks. There are many geniuses attending this tournament, and you might get hurt."

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, grateful for her concern but resolute in my decision. "I appreciate your concern, Xin Yue," I said earnestly, "but I can't let fear hold me back. I have to take this opportunity to test my limits and grow stronger."

Xin Yue sighed, her gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting mine once again. "Just promise me you'll be careful," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

He nodded solemnly, pretending to understanding the weight of her words. "I promise, Xin Yue," he said, squeezing her shoulder gently, "I'll do everything in my power to stay safe."

With a final nod of understanding, Xin Yue stepped back, her expression one of reluctant acceptance. As Xin Ming turned to enter the arena, I couldn't help but feel disgusted for her fake support, while acting like a daisy.

The arena itself was a sight to behold for such a small city as Xin Ming's, its towering walls adorned with banners and flags that fluttered in the gentle breeze. The soft glow of torches illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows that danced across the ground like ethereal spirits.

"Xin Ming vs Xia Lu, May the participants please come up to the stage!"

As Xin Ming made his way to the center of the arena, he could feel the eyes of the crowd upon me, their murmurs and whispers washing over me like a tide. Some regarded him with curiosity, others with skepticism, but it didn't matter.

Bring it on, cannon fodder number one.