MyriadWriter

"F**K! I'm dead!"


That was the first word I muttered after regaining my memories from Earth.

Reincarnating into a world of cultivation should’ve been a blessing. Adventure, immortality, power—what’s not to love?

But then I remembered what my family did.

My sister just broke off an engagement with a crippled young master—definitely a future protagonist.

My mother ripped a Dao Bone from my cousin and gave it to me—guaranteed future revenge arc.

And me? I’m already a third-rate villain: bullying weaklings and flaunting my Bai Clan name.

Worst part? Despite the Dao Bone, I’m still trash at cultivation.

My only hope?

The System... which I’ve had for years.

“I just never realized... It was in English!”

When Justice Demands a Hand