"Shop," I muttered, watching the air shimmer as the translucent window shifted, pixels morphing into a new interface that sprawled across my vision like a virus infecting reality.
Countless tabs blinked to life, their titles dancing between absurdity and dread.
**Tentacle… Virgin World**
**Widow's World**
**I Bleed Money Bitch World**
**Manipulated King World**
**Blind As... World**
My eye twitched. "So their original names aren't displayed," I murmured, dragging my finger toward the first tab. Tentacle… Virgin World. Sounded like a cursed doujin.
Click.
A list exploded onto the screen. Porn magazines. Tentacle-themed DVDs. The sick dreams of an unmonitored teenager. But then—
**AK-47: The Favorite Gun of Hollywood**
**Submachine Guns: Beginner's Edition**
**Samsung S25 Ultra**
**Anti-Sensei Pellet**
That last one made my blood freeze.
**Anti-Sensei Pellet.**
"Koro Sensei…?" I whispered. It made sense. A yellow, tentacled pervert turned super-assassin-teacher. A good anime, nostalgic even—if you ignore the moral whiplash.
I backed out. Too many memories.
**Next tab: Widow's World.**
The first few items were subtle: knives, knuckles, sai... then it escalated—
**Blood Reaper.**
**Thunder Hammer.**
**Plasma Rifle.**
**Shogun's Katana.**
**Fireball Magic Amulet.**
**Torturer's Rage Magic Amulet.**
My eyes narrowed. "It's confirmed."
That cold, elegant insanity. The Widow from Shadow Fight 2. The moment I saw her cursed weapon, my gut told me. That broken woman with a vendetta burning so deep it left scars on your soul just watching her fight. Yeah, that's her.
**Caped Baldy World.**
Missiles. Cyborg parts. An **Atomic Missile** just casually thrown in there. I didn't even need to think.
"Saitama," I mumbled.
**I Bleed Money Bitch.**
The name alone was enough to make me twitch, but I tapped it anyway. I didn't expect what came next.
**A First-Hand Guide to Summoning Spirits.**
**How to Defend a Geo Domain.**
**Visions.**
That last one hit like a truck.
"Visions? Wait... Genshin?"
Mora. Geo Vision. A stoic bastard sipping tea while spouting philosophy about contracts.
"Zhongli," I groaned. "Of course."
And finally—**Manipulated King World.** That name was almost too vague, yet something about it screamed fantasy.
Magic cores. Beast wills. Magic-infused artifacts. The deeper I scrolled, the more I realized.
"It's... probably TBATE," I said under my breath, remembering the tale of a boy crowned too soon, burdened with a mind chained by others. The manipulated king.
**Last tab: Blind As...**
As I clicked it, the store vomited out two very telling items:
**Rinnegan.**
**Tenseigan.**
"Toneri," I spat. "Blind dumbass."
The dots connected faster than my disbelief could keep up. Worlds from every genre were laid out before me like a menu, and I was supposed to choose?
Was I am otaku I thought
"Sol, why are you standing there?" a voice cut through my thoughts like a blade through fog.
It was her—Old Qian's daughter. A sharp-tongued, silver-eyed menace.
"Nothing, sister," I lied sweetly, trying to sound like a gentle idiot. I walked back to my house under her gaze, which felt like having needles lodged in my spine. "Seriously, what's her problem?" I thought, feeling the heat of her judgment burn through my jacket.
My place wasn't a mansion or a ruin
I whispered to no one, "Welcome back," and stepped into my home.
My mother died the night I was born. My father followed her not long after. What they left behind was... confusing. A large sum of money managed by Old Qian. The rest? Handed to me.
In a dusty drawer, tucked between old incense sticks and dried flowers, was my father's diary. I cracked it open.
> "It's been today since we arrived. We've decided to stay here, but the village seems really weird. Only the coupl—"
The next line was scratched out. The rest, too. Whole sections scrubbed like someone didn't want me knowing anything.
I flipped through page after page, seeing erased lines and half-sentences. Paranoia crept up my neck. This village... it looked fine, but something itched at the back of my mind. Like it was *too* normal.
I looked out at the stars. The night was quiet. Too quiet. I felt something stirring in my chest—a nameless ache, a whisper that this world wasn't mine. That I didn't belong here. That it was... beneath me.
I couldn't remember much, but I recalled being called "son." I thought it was my real father, though the voice sounded wrong. Grand. Distant. Familiar like a shadow.
Tang San. Gods. Spirit Beasts. That creepy attention-seeker Yu Xiaogang. Soul rings, martial souls, Star Dou Forest...
This world is not that powerful but it is filled with bitches
"Tomorrow," I whispered, "I'll know my destiny."
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Morning came like a slap.
A young man in silver robes stood before us, the insignia of Spirit Hall stitched across his chest like a badge of arrogance.
"My name is Li Long," he declared. "I will assist in your awakening."
He raised his hand.
"Ghost Skull," he muttered, and a spectral head floated beside him, howling like it knew how we'd all die. Kids screamed. I might've pissed a little,hmm I think I didn't.
"You," he pointed. A kid stepped forward. Black stone. Incantation. Poof.
A towel appeared.
"Martial Soul: Towel," Li Long sighed. "Innate Soul Power: 0."
I heard someone whisper, "Useless."
Next: Blue Silver Grass.
Rusted rod. Net.
Most had soul power below 1. Useless kids, probably future errand boys.
Then it was my turn.
As I walked forward, Li Long's gaze lingered.
"What pretty eyes," he said, which made my skin crawl. I thought of a certain bungee gum user, and a shiver ran down my spine.
"Feel it," he said.
I closed my eyes.
The world fell away. I could hear the wind, the blood-curdling cries of children. The scent of metal—blood?
Suddenly, my body glowed.
A tiny dragon appeared—orange skin, red hair, a sword stuck in its chest like an ornament, goggles on its forehead like a delinquent anime protagonist. It looked... happy. Light radiated from it.
But then—another presence. I didn't summon it outwards be cause I was already familiar with both these soul.
Li Long stepped back. "What a peculiar martial soul…"
The baby dragon looked at the other one and took a cautious step back.
"Danger," I heard.
I blinked. "Did it just—?"
"Yes, we did," said two voices in unison—one warm, one cold.
"Let's check your soul power," Li Long said.
He handed me the orb.
I placed my palm on it.
Light burst out—10, 20, 30. Then cracks spidered across the surface. The orb exploded into particles of glass and spirit.
"30… 20… 10…" I thought, watching it fluctuate like a dying heart.
"Innate Full Power," he whispered,
Li Long looked up, face pale. "Child… would you like a new father?"
I blinked.
"..."
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