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

[Trial III Complete] [Reward: Coordinates to Hollow Verdant, 1x Unknown Class Scroll, +50,000 Wisp Of Qi, Ancient Grove Affinity +5%]

[ Nascent Soul Realm Progress 14% —> 15% ]

Victor dropped to one knee with a look of exhaustion.

His qi was depleting rapidly. He pulled out the coordinate scroll and stored it into his spatial ring.

As he sprinted toward the Hollow Verdant, following the faint lines of ancient glyphs along the ground, he noticed scattered loot—cultivation pills long buried, an old dagger forged of violet jade, and a talisman of wind resistance.

But as the final mile neared, his breath grew shallow. Sweat poured down his back. His vision swam.

He was really struggling to hold on due to his bloodline not being fully integrated.

"I can't keep this up much longer..."

I'm Finishing This Tomorrow