A_literal_Sunfish

It’s 2100, and Vincent Carter – Ying – is a twenty-year-old virgin with a penchant for profanity, he has but three guiding principles:

“In a world where honour and valour seem like unaffordable luxuries, cowardice remains the pragmatist’s ultimate virtue. Spinelessness isn’t shameful, it’s simply self-preservative romance.”

“Doubt is unironically the cheapest superpower a person can have, after all if it’s human, it’s probably plotting something. And if it’s plotting something, it’s probably hiding something. And if it’s hiding something… well, you get the idea. So question everything, one sceptical step at a time.”

And lastly,

“Muscle heads – because who needs brains when you can just flex your way through life? Couldn’t be me, I’ll tell you that much.”

Armed with nothing but these… questionable (?) values, as well as experiences shaped by a hellish life in the slums, Ying dives headfirst into the latest VR sensation – Cultivation Climax, a world brimming with great magic, ancient mysteries, and blood-curdling conspiracies just waiting to be unravelled.

 However, because Ying’s life is just that kind of special, he is greeted with a rather ‘lovely’ surprise upon opening his eyes to the new world…

Ding!

[Your misfortune is truly astounding!]

[You have awakened the absolute WORST talent for Cultivation!]

‘…’

“…W-what?!”

Yes, what indeed.



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The Forsaken-Grade Cultivator

The girl tried to speak, but her sentence ended in a grotesque fit of blood. She looked up at Ying, seemingly searching for something. But....

'No way... Don't tell me.... Is he really serious...?!' She thought.

Ying opened his palms, then stretched out his hand, causing the frightened mercenary girl to flinch backwards..... But of course, she didn't get anywhere with that.

"....Unless, you give it to me." Ying said simply, his tone cold and even.

In response, the young mercenary struggled desperately. Only after nearly a full minute of pathetic convulsing, did she finally manage to wake out a word... Or phrase.... Or whatever.

"What.... What do you…want?" She asked, amidst coughs and strained gasps.

Ghost