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

A calm, baritone, voice filled the massive watch room as a very sophisticated-looking man took a sip of his wine. His sharp, verdant eyes seemingly glued on the several dozen holographic panels which displayed all sorts of scenes before his face…

In reality, he was actually only focused on one panel, which buzzed to life with images of a single looping occurrence.

He watched again and again as the majestic spear of a white washed being blew a certain player into indiscernible bits. Then...

"Miss Rita," he called, fondling his wine glass, then glancing behind him he continued.

"I need you to draft me a detailed background report on a certain individual. Black hair, black eyes, panel 9. Also, though I believe I needn't tell you this, but please exercise the utmost discretion. I can't have the other server masters start suspecting things that aren't there, after all."

Death Penalty (1)