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Su Yan was an ordinary young man — no tragic backstory, no hero complex, just someone quietly drifting through life. One moment, he was lying in bed, thinking about how routine everything had become. The next, he woke up in a world that didn’t belong to him.

Reincarnated as a frail orphan in a rundown corner of Wu Tan City, Su Yan quickly recognized his surroundings — not because of memory, but because this place existed in a story he once read. A fictional world. Battle Through the Heavens. But he wasn’t the protagonist. He wasn’t anyone important.

Alone and unnoticed in a world ruled by strength, Su Yan didn’t have big ambitions. No revenge. No desire to conquer. He just wanted to survive, understand what had happened, and maybe—just maybe—find peace in a life that didn’t feel like his.

Then, a voice echoed in his mind. A system—calm, logical, and strangely considerate. It called itself the Invincible System, capable of granting him great abilities, but with one rule: no evil.

With no ties to this world and no intention of interfering in the main story, Su Yan made a simple choice—start over, far from people, in a place he could call his own. He used the system to build a secluded sanctuary, a private dimension away from the noise and chaos, where he could grow at his own pace.

This is not a tale of sudden power or glory. It’s a quiet story—of adapting to the unknown, of building a life with purpose, and of choosing peace over power.

After all, sometimes being invincible doesn't mean defeating enemies—it means no longer needing to.

ETERNAL LORD SU YAN

The relentless sun bore down on the desert as Su Yan strode forward, boots steady on the warm sand. Beside him, Mavis Vermilion walked calmly — straightforward, steady, and clear in presence. Behind them, Zeref, August, Lione, Bulat, and Sheele kept pace, their eyes sharp and posture confident. They were legends of their worlds, experienced and composed.

Su Yan glanced toward the rocky ridge on the horizon. "Qingshen Town's just beyond those mountains. We stick to our plan, and we'll be there before night falls."

The group crossed beneath the shadow of Qingshen Town's sturdy gates, sunlight fading behind the earthen walls as lively noise washed over them. It was market hour: the streets bustled with merchants hawking fresh fruits, townsfolk bargaining in crisp voices, and the occasional clang of a blacksmith echoing down the lane.

Su Yan glanced side to side as they entered the maze of stalls. "Stay close," he said, low but relaxed. "Let's get a sense of the place and find somewhere decent to stay."

Bulat raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Shouldn't take long with Lione's nose for a good inn," he teased.

Lione snorted, but her eyes swept the street with practiced ease. "Just follow me. You want warm food or quiet rooms?"

August watched a street performer do card tricks, his lips hinting at a smile. "For now, I'd rather have beds without fleas."

Mavis walked beside Su Yan, head slightly tilted as she took in the sights. "This is a different sort of energy from the desert. It's busy, but not tense." She grinned, catching his eye. "Reminds me of Magnolia, a little."

Sheele walked quietly, blue gaze calm as she observed the bustling stalls. She paused near a merchant selling books. "Here, they trade in worn stories, not just goods."

Zeref chuckled softly, keeping to the back of the group. "Peaceful enough, for now."

The group moved purposefully through the town, the crowd parting more by instinct than awareness. Though they wore unremarkable clothes, something about them suggested strength and authority—people stepped aside unconsciously, sensing they were not ordinary travelers.

After a few minutes, Lione pointed to a sign swinging above a wide, timbered building with lanterns glowing beneath the eaves. "There. The Golden Willow. Looks busy, but clean. Should be perfect."

They entered, the warm smells of stewed meat and bread greeting them. A tired but brisk innkeeper eyed them, scrutinizing each member with fleeting curiosity before pasting on a professional smile.

"Welcome, travelers—rooms or a meal?"

Su Yan met the innkeeper's gaze, giving a courteous nod. "We'd like both. Two rooms, please, and supper for all of us."

"Can do. Upstairs—second and third on the left. I'll have food up in a bit. Just holler if you need anything," she replied.

They climbed the stairs, the creak of wood underfoot and distant laughter from the common room below providing a sense of normalcy—the kind only a well-run inn could offer.

Inside their assigned rooms, the group settled in. Mavis bounced lightly on the edge of a bed, smiling with childlike delight. "Oh! Actual mattresses."

August dropped his bag and stretched. "Finally. Rest—and information. I'll ask around in the taproom later."

Zeref leaned by the window, looking over the town. "Careful. Let's avoid leaving too strong an impression."

Sheele checked her weapons and nodded. "We'll keep things quiet."

Su Yan laid back on the mattress, boots lined up neatly beside the bed. "We have what we need for now. Let's regroup after supper and plan our next move."

The day wound down as dusk crept into Qingshen. Safe behind inn walls, Su Yan and companions, settles in and wait for what comes next.

Chapter 14: Arrival at Qingshen Town