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.



https://www.royalroad.com/profile/633482/fictions. I'm the author.

The Forsaken-Grade Cultivator

"Hold on… what if the killer is still in this room!"

Ying's eyes widened as he came to an understanding.

Fear instantly flooded his mind, like a raging tsunami, and his body trembled like a lone fern stuck in a hurricane. He spun as he looked around wildly, scrutinising the room's shadowy corners, the mesh of dark colours blended into his eyes, but didn't fully register in his brain….

He couldn't think straight, and thus was unsure of the next best course of action.

'I should run. Yes, I should escape this place… No, if the killer passed by here and didn't kill me, then there must be a reason. Then should I hide here? Ugh, no, I still don't know their intentions… Damn, damn it, damnit all!!'

Ying pondered frantically, faced with the situation, but he didn't seem to be coming up with any good takes. The fear of death by…. By whatever unspeakable means the killer had used birthed uncertainty.

Dear Quickie