TimVic

In a world transformed by the arrival of mana, Earth is no longer the domain of humanity alone. Magical beasts and three powerful humanoid species have claimed vast territories, forcing humanity into fortified cities protected by mana-infused barriers. 

The hope for survival lies with the awakened—those blessed with magical classes and the ability to wield mana.  

Victor Revenant, a hilarious and self-deprecating 16-year-old, has spent his life dreaming of joining their ranks. But on the day of his Awakening Test, his dreams are shattered. Like countless others, he fails to awaken, destined to remain ordinary in a world where mediocrity means irrelevance.  

Just as Victor hits rock bottom, his father gifts him a VRMMORPG game, Ascendant Realms: Cultivation Chronicles, as a consolation prize. The game promises an immersive cultivation experience, complete with mystical techniques, powerful bloodlines, and the journey to ascend to godhood. But when Victor logs in as his in-game persona, Fang Chen, he discovers something incredible: the cultivation techniques he learns in the game begin to manifest in the real world.  

Armed with the Primordial Chaos Constitution and the legendary Void Emperor Bloodline, Victor embarks on a dual journey—mastering the game’s cultivation system while using his newfound abilities to change his fate in the real world. 

What begins as an escape from his failures turns into a chance to rewrite his destiny. But Victor quickly learns that his unique ability may make him more than just an anomaly—it may make him a target...

I Can Only Cultivate In A Game

As daylight seeped through the twisted canopy of the Devil Forest, the group resumed their journey. The artifact compass in Lady Li Yang's hand continued to thrum, guiding them deeper into the unknown.

They walked for hours, avoiding twisted roots that seemed to slither, hollow-eyed creatures that watched from the fog, and patches of cursed land that emitted strange whispers.

Then, just when they thought they were alone, they stumbled upon a group of cultivators.

Victor's grip on his sword tightened instinctively.

These cultivators were haggard-looking with torn and dirty robes as though they had been wandering through the forest for weeks.

There were four of them, clad in matching dark green sect robes. Their leader was a tall man with narrow eyes and a scar across his nose.

He stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting.

This Is It?