My name is David. I was just a high school student.
Yesterday, I died.
Yeah, you heard that right. I died on Earth. And now, somehow, I'm alive again—on a planet called Astis.
Here, most people are Spirit Masters. Not everyone, but enough that it's the norm. The world is full of powerful clans, each one so terrifyingly strong that getting into one can basically guarantee your future.
Yesterday, I saw something that shook me to my core—a meteorite the size of a mountain falling from the sky.
At first, I thought it was thunder.
You know, the kind that makes your windows rattle and your chest feel tight. But then the sky lit up—burning orange, blinding red, almost white—and I looked up.
Something was falling. Fast.
Not a plane. Not a ship. It was massive. Burning. A chunk of rock so huge it blotted out the sun for a moment. I could feel the heat. Not directly, but in the way the air trembled.
People around me stopped in their tracks. Some pointed. A few ran. One guy dropped his coffee and sprinted.
I couldn't move.
My brain struggled to process what I was seeing. A meteorite—like something out of an extinction-level event—was crashing toward the city.
I thought, This is it. We're dead.
Then, someone appeared in the sky.
A man. Just standing there—floating.
He wasn't glowing. No superhero theatrics. Just a man in his thirties, dressed in black, holding a sword like it was nothing.
He didn't shout. Didn't pose. He simply raised his blade—and swung.
No explosion. No fireball. The meteorite didn't shatter—it disintegrated. It turned to dust midair, like reality itself had been deleted.
The ash fell softly. Quietly. Like snow. I could feel the warmth of it landing on my arms.
The man didn't say a word. He didn't look around. He just hovered for a moment, then vanished.
I stood there, stunned, trying to catch my breath.
Yes, that really happened. I was terrified—but I survived.
Now, let me explain a bit about this world.
To become a Spirit Master, you must first sense energy. Then, you can attend Spirit University, graduate, and compete in a Clan Tournament. Winners get accepted into a Clan. That's the standard route.
You can also be accepted through raw talent—or by being born into a Clan. But if your talent doesn't meet expectations, you'll be pushed into a minor branch of the family.
How do I know all this?
Because I'm one of them.
My clan is called Red Heaven. They cultivate the Eternal Flame Art. That man I saw in the sky? He was from the Heaven Celestial Sword Clan. They're insanely powerful. Honestly, I doubt I'll ever reach that level.
You see, I took three months just to sense energy. That's embarrassingly slow. My brother and sister did it in hours. Everyone thought I had some special body at first, but it turns out—I'm just normal.
They kicked me out.
The only reason I wasn't killed for wasting their time… is because of my mother.
Not my father—my mother. Her name is Elena Loveless.
She's one of the strongest Spirit Masters alive. I've never met her in person, but people say she's breathtakingly beautiful—and terrifying. They say she's fought off thousands of demons, even Demon Kings, without taking a scratch. A living legend.
Anyway…
That day, after school, my teacher reminded us: "Tomorrow is your annual exam. Be prepared."
Then she left the class without another word. In this world, if you're not a Spirit Master, you're practically invisible. I get it.
After school, I returned home. It's a small house, but I'm content. All I can do is hope I don't get caught in some Spirit Master war.
That night, I went to sleep… and heard a mechanical voice in my head.
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[SYSTEM CONNECTING…]
[3…2…1…0]
[Welcome. You are the 30,012th Reincarnator of this Universe.]
You may select one of the following options:
1. Dragon Bloodline (Note: You will no longer be Human.)
2. Artifact with an Ancient Celestial
3. Phoenix Bloodline
4. Mind Control
...
5. Random Job Change (Note: You will gain max talent in whatever job is assigned.)
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"What kind of crap is this? Is this really happening to me?" I shouted.
"Why are you yelling?" my uncle grumbled from the next room.
"Ah—sorry, Uncle! My bad!"
"You'd better keep it down, or you know what's coming next."
"Yes, yes! I'll be quiet," I said quickly.
Once I calmed down, I began thinking seriously.
This world is dangerous. There are countless monsters beyond the seas. All I want is a peaceful life—graduate, start a business. Humans still need clothes, baths, basic necessities. I could make a fortune in that kind of work. Marry a beautiful wife. Raise children. Enjoy life.
Fighting and killing? That's not for me. I'm not built for war. And with my mother's enemies… if they ever find out I have potential, I'll be a dead man.
So I made my choice.
Let's pick the worst one—Random Job Change. Maybe I'll become a blacksmith. Or a merchant. Something useful.
[100. Random Job Change Selected]
[Are you sure?]
[Yes]
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[Congratulations. You have become a Mythical Rank Celestial Cultivator.]
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Celestial Cultivator: Cultivators are rare in the multiverse. But among them, a few extraordinary individuals cultivate both body and mind. These are the Celestial Cultivators, gifted with the following:
Divine Spiritual Root: Converts any energy into Spiritual Qi, the foundation of celestial cultivation.
Divine Soul: The most powerful soul in existence—capable of mastering soul arts, accelerating cultivation, and defying Heaven itself.
Divine Body: The key to Body Arts and the creation of a Celestial Body—a path to infinity.
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I stared at the message, stunned.
So much for a simple life.
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