My Epic Meteor Shower

The moment I triggered the [Minor Meteor Shower System], a blinding flash erupted from my body. It wasn't just a light; it was a pure, unadulterated surge of energy that left me feeling momentarily weightless, like I'd just chugged a cosmic espresso.

The cultivators on the training ground, even the smug Lyra and Zephyr, gasped and shielded their eyes. Urg, who had been about to charge, actually stumbled backward.

Above us, the night sky, which had been clear just moments before, began to shimmer with impossible colors.

Streaks of fiery green and orange ripped through the blackness, growing larger by the second. The air filled with a high-pitched whistling sound, growing louder, promising impact.

"Look out!" someone screamed.

Urg, ever the brute, roared, planting his feet wide. His red-glowing fists rose, ready to smash whatever came his way. He was a force of nature, radiating raw power.

He probably thought he was about to face a real meteor, a world-ender.

Then, with a series of concussive thuds, the "meteors" hit.

THUMP!

A softball-sized chunk of what looked like shimmering, compressed stardust landed directly in front of Urg, raising a puff of completely harmless dust. It glowed faintly for a second, then dissolved into glittering particles.

THWACK! Another one bounced off the shoulder of a startled cultivator, who flinched, then looked confused.

PING!

A tiny, marble-sized comet pinged off Lyra's perfectly tied hair bun, leaving behind a faint, sweet smell like burnt sugar. She twitched, but remained otherwise unruffled.

More descended. A small, glowing pebble splashed into a nearby water feature, causing barely a ripple. Another disintegrated mid-air with a faint pop.

They were beautiful, mesmerizing… and utterly, completely useless as a weapon. They looked like something straight out of a children's science fiction cartoon.

Urg, who had braced himself for impact, watched the glowing dust settle around his boots. His formidable fists, still pulsing with red energy, slowly lowered. He blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, he let out a loud, booming laugh. It wasn't a laugh of fear or awe. It was a laugh of pure, unadulterated derision.

"Hah! Is this your grand 'system,' boy?" he roared, slapping his thigh. "Fairy dust and pebbles? I've seen more damage from a clumsy badger!"

Lyra, after a moment of stunned silence, let out a short, sharp bark of amusement.

Zephyr doubled over, clutching his stomach, his usual smirk twisting into a full-blown guffaw. The other cultivators, initially tense, slowly began to relax, then burst into a chorus of snickers and outright laughter.

My face felt hot. My 500 points. My triumphant moment. My 'rocked' demonstration. It had been a glorified glitter bomb.

I felt like the world's biggest idiot. My grand entrance into the Azure Cloud Sect was not as a Systems Trader, but as a cosmic clown.

Just as the humiliation threatened to engulf me, the familiar blue screen, blindingly bright, popped up right in front of my eyes again.

Only this time, it vibrated with what felt like pure, unadulterated fury.

[SYSTEM ALERT: USER IDIOCY DETECTED. YOU USED A MINOR METEOR SHOWER SYSTEM. DID YOU EVEN READ THE DESCRIPTION, YOU UTTER, UTTER… ARGH!]

[SYSTEM STATUS: ENRAGED. NOT HELPING YOU AGAIN. EVER.]

The message flashed, then vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving me reeling. The System actually had a personality, and it was mad at me! It called me stupid again! And it was refusing to help. Great. Just great. I'd wasted my only comeback, and now my cosmic benefactor was on a permanent coffee break.

The laughter from the cultivators continued, echoing across the training ground. Urg was practically crying with mirth.

"Alright, alright, that's enough," a calm, authoritative voice cut through the peals of laughter. The Sect Master had descended from his dais and was now standing directly in front of me, his white beard almost brushing my nose.

His eyes, though, were no longer laughing. They were sharp, focused, and held an intensity that made the air itself seem to hum.

He looked around the training ground, at the few shimmering particles left on the ground, then back at me. "Tell me, Alex," he said, his voice quiet but carrying an immense weight. "How did you do that?"

The laughter died down, replaced by a tense silence. The cultivators, even Lyra, looked at the Sect Master, sensing the shift in his mood. This wasn't amusement anymore. This was serious inquiry.

"I… I activated a system," I stammered, feeling utterly deflated. "The… the Minor Meteor Shower System. I thought it would be, you know, impressive."

The Sect Master ignored my pathetic explanation of 'impressive.' His gaze was probing, as if dissecting every atom of my being. "This 'system' of yours. It is not spiritual energy. It is not elemental manipulation, nor any known cultivation art in this realm.

The very fabric of space and time seemed to… ripple, briefly. Like a tear in reality."

My heart hammered. He saw it. He understood, at least on some fundamental level, that this was different. This wasn't just a power-up; it was a fundamental shift in universal mechanics.

"It's… it's from beyond this world, Sect Master," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

"My original world. I'm a… a transmigrator." I didn't know if that word even existed here, but it felt right.

A collective gasp swept through the cultivators. Transmigrator. A being from another world. Such tales were the stuff of ancient legends, whispered in hushed tones, often dismissed as folklore.

The Sect Master's eyes narrowed slightly, not with anger, but with profound contemplation. "Beyond this world," he repeated slowly, as if tasting the words.

"And you say you can grant these 'systems' to others?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, hope surging back, despite my empty point count and the System's furious silence. "I gave one to a boy in Oakhaven for collecting rocks, and to Borin, the village warrior, for super speed!"

Urg scoffed again, though this time it lacked its earlier conviction.

"Super speed? You mean that pathetic sprint? I could do that with half my Qi!"

"But it wasn't Qi, Urg," Zephyr interjected, his voice surprisingly serious now. "I felt it. A raw burst of kinetic energy, alien to spiritual cultivation."

The Sect Master turned to his three commanders. "Lyra, Urg, Zephyr. Confine him. Securely. But do not harm him." His gaze returned to me, piercing and intense.

"Alex, you possess a power unlike anything we have encountered. A power that originates from… elsewhere. I have many questions. And you, it seems, will be providing the answers."

He paused, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips.

"Perhaps this 'minor meteor shower' was indeed an impressive demonstration after all. Not of destructive power, but of something far more… intriguing."

Urg, still grumbling, grabbed my arm. This time, his grip felt less like raw aggression and more like… firm custody. Lyra watched, her eyes still holding that unreadable, intelligent flicker.

Zephyr, for the first time, looked genuinely fascinated.

I was being led away again, not to a normal cell, but to a pristine, well-guarded chamber that felt more like a research lab than a prison.

Alex, the Systems Trader who barely survived a banana peel, was now the Azure Cloud Sect's primary research subject.

My goals—helping Oakhaven with Clash-Ball, getting more points, finding a way home—suddenly seemed incredibly complicated.

But at least I wasn't just an "empty vessel" anymore. I was an "intriguing specimen." And somehow, that felt like progress.