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

"Andersen…" Ying whispered beneath his breath, his eyes staring straight through the intruders, glassy and lost as they were.

"Brother Ying… What is happening here…?" Jiang Chu uttered, finally snapping Ying out of his reverie.

'Huh…? This is... Ugh, why did I suddenly…' Ying thought as he gripped his head, lost and confused. It was unlike him to get distracted in the middle of a confrontation, more so for one as heated as this…

"Brother Ying..? Did you not hear me? Fine, I'll ask again… What happened, why is Xian Shan…?"

Jiang Chu's voice was shaky, and the slight tremors in his facial expressions made known his confusion, disbelief, fear and even anger at the uncanny sight before his eyes.

He had just walked in to witness someone whom he had respected, and trusted, standing over the half corpse of the love of his life with a bloodied sword in his hand.

Unfamiliar memories