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In a world where brute strength and divine bloodlines determine destiny, Mo Han is reborn in a frail body—without Qi, with a shattered dantian, and a social status lower than trash.

Humiliated by his own clan, tortured by cruel traditions, and discarded as a genetic mistake, Mo Han seems doomed to insignificance.
But what no one expected was that he wouldn’t seek power through fists.
He would seek patterns.

With the mind of a scientist and the traumas of a survivor, Mo Han discovers that cultivation can be rewritten—not through energy, but through logic.
Pain becomes data. Failure, a formula.
And every defeat... a simulation.

On his solitary and ruthless path, he will face arrogant prodigies, dogmatic sects, and even the very limits of sanity.
Because when everything is taken from you, only one thing remains:

"Calculate. And survive."

The Engineer of Broken Souls

Pain had become an old acquaintance—almost an advisor. Always present, but no longer feared. Mo Han had learned to study it, anticipate its cycles, and interpret it as an internal language. And that morning, even with his swollen face and bruised body, he awoke with a single, fixed idea:

Not with ink. Not with words.But with thought.

For the rest of the day, he lay on his side, eyes half-open, tracing shapes in his mind. Simple lines. Circles connected by vectors. Arrows. Flow points.

Each shape represented something he felt: pain, tremor, pulse, heat.He began testing mental sequences. For example: thinking of a complete circle while inhaling, a vertical line while exhaling. Then switching. Breathing again. Observing what changed.

By the end of the first hour—nothing.

In the second, a slight change: the tremor in his left hand ceased for a few seconds after a specific cycle.

In the third hour, cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The concentration required was monstrous. But he continued.

If these shapes are commands, I can teach them to the body. I can rewrite the flaws.

He called them Invisible Runes.Each one was a mental pattern linked to a physical response.

He tested dozens through the night. Some triggered sharper pain. Others made him forget, briefly, that he was starving. One, for a moment, caused his heartbeat to slow and stabilize. That one, he memorized.

He created a small mental "database."Each rune was composed of three elements: Form, Rhythm, and Intention.

Form: the mental image projected.

Rhythm: the activation timing through breath.

Intention: the emotional focus during execution.

In practice, he was still a fragile body stuck in a filthy pen.But inside his mind, something vast had begun to take shape.

In his final attempt of the night, Mo Han combined a triangular form with rapid breathing and an intention of containment.

The result: for six full seconds, he felt no pain.

Six seconds of absolute silence within his body.

He didn't cry. He didn't smile. He simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This is real. And if it can be repeated... it can be refined.