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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

Mo Han walked through a forgotten fissure—narrow, suffocating—stretching like a crack in the bone of the world. Few prisoners ever ventured this deep. It wasn't forbidden, exactly—just avoided. Because those who went… rarely returned.

He had followed the trail of vibrations.His internal runes pulsed like glass needles in his mind, signaling that something in the structure of this place had been intentionally shaped.

This isn't just a prison. This part was carved.Guided.

The passage led him into a wide, circular chamber, its ceiling high like a cathedral dome. The impure Qi here was thick and ancient—but to Mo Han, it wasn't hostile.It felt like stepping into a dead cathedral.

And at the center of the room, there was a door.

Not a grate. Not a natural opening.A real door. Ancient.Made of dark stone, carved with spiraling circular etchings—like frozen galaxies.Too large for humans.Too small for monsters.

But the most striking thing wasn't its size.

It was the sound.

The door... breathed.

Every few seconds, a deep creaking came from the cracks—like a giant lung inhaling for the first time in eons.The door was alive.

Mo Han stepped closer.His eyes captured invisible patterns: the carved markings were identical to the runes he had developed on his own.

This is no coincidence.This is echo.

Someone walked this path before.Someone failed.But left the resonance behind.

Immediately, the resonance surged through his body.It wasn't like worldly energy.It was… condensed choice.As if all the will to escape, to survive, to transcend had been buried here—and left to die.

They couldn't open it.Because they tried to force it.Tried to be bigger than the world.

But maybe, if I'm smaller…if I become part of it…

He mentally replayed all his runes, all his filters, all his breathing sequences.He activated Total Convergence Resonance.

And then…he stopped trying to open the door.

He simply stood there.Breathing with it.Vibrating at the same rhythm.No intrusion. No demand.Just being.

A beam of invisible light crossed the chamber.It wasn't brightness.It was memory—a remembrance of light.

Mo Han didn't smile.Didn't speak.He simply stepped forward—

On the other side was a descending staircase, carved from smooth, ancient stone.It was covered in moss glowing blue-green.The air was light.For the first time since arriving in the prison,Mo Han felt something close to peace.

This isn't the exit.This is the next level.

The Door That Remembers