The house shook.
It wasn't the earthquake kind of tremor—this was the your-soul-just-got-punched-by-reality kind. Aryanvaat Rishaan, six years old and already having a bad day, stumbled backward as a shimmering door unfolded from the center of his chest—no, not literally opening his chest, but somehow from it. A glowing golden arch formed, silent and ominous.
He blinked. Once. Twice. A third time for safety.
"I'm dead, aren't I?"
No answer. Just the faint hum of cosmic tension in the air.
Then it happened.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZED]
"Welcome, Host. Congratulations! You've been chosen by fate, karma, cosmic dice, and probably some really bored gods. Let's get started, shall we?"
Aryan flinched. "W-What the hell! Who said that?!"
[SYSTEM]: "The System, obviously. Try to keep up."
He looked around, heart thudding, but there was no one. Just a floating translucent blue window in front of his eyes, like those interfaces from the fantasy stories his neighbor read when drunk.
He reached to touch it—his finger passed right through.
[SYSTEM]: "Look, Host. Let's keep this quick. You've unlocked your cultivation interface. Before anything else, distribute your initial stat selection. Reminder: due to your wildly 'fortunate' circumstances, you get only ONE CHANCE to choose. Once you do, the stats will be locked in."
"Please select your desired attributes."
A new window opened:
[Stat Distribution: Choose Your Attributes]
⚠️ Caution: You can only choose once. Choosing multiple attributes will split the available power evenly.
Choose wisely… or don't. I'm just a sarcastic screen.
Strength
Agility
Speed
Defense
Stamina
Perception
Dexterity
Intelligence
Vitality
Luck
Aryan blinked again. "What's… all this?"
He was about to read each stat one by one when—CRASH!
The front door flew open. An old man, completely drunk and wobbling like a duck on a frozen pond, stumbled in.
"Child hey child what is happening why is an earthquake happening in our town and what was that light"
Panic. Full-scale, nuclear-grade panic.
"Wait, wait, WAIT!"
His eyes darted to the screen. He forgot—completely forgot—that no one else could see the System. In a rush, he jabbed his finger forward to close the stat window.
Instead…
[CONFIRMED: PRIMARY ATTRIBUTE SELECTED – LUCK]
"NOOO—!"
Too late.
The screen changed again:
[Final Stat Selection Confirmed]
Luck: MAXED OUT ☘️
All other stats: 0
Redistribution: Not possible.
Aryan was frozen.
[SYSTEM]: "Well, well, well… we've got a gambler in the house. How exciting."
"Let's see... Of the 3,891 previous hosts, not a single one picked only Luck. Because they had things like brain cells. But hey, who am I to judge? I'm just the eternal cosmic mirror of your decisions."
"Luck, huh? Here's what you need to know:"
[Luck – MAXED OUT]
Definition: The universe is now your dice. Good luck trying to control anything, because you certainly won't. Destiny rolls for you now.
Warning: Expect the unexpected. No, seriously. Expect it. And maybe wear a helmet.
"…I hate you," Aryan muttered.
[SYSTEM]: "Get in line. Also, your Status Window has been updated. Not that it'll help."
[Status Window]
Name: Aryanvaat Rishaan
Age: 6
Realm: Pre-Chakra Awakening (Chakra Deficient)
Status Effect: Chakra Deficiency – Unable to cultivate under normal methods.
Primary Attribute: Luck – MAX
Skills: None
Aryan stared at the words Chakra Deficiency. That wasn't just some medical-sounding nonsense—it meant he couldn't cultivate like normal people.
"I'm… cursed?"
[SYSTEM]: "Oh, no-no-no. Not cursed. Just uniquely disadvantaged. Like bringing a spoon to a sword fight."
He sat down, legs shaking. "So, I can't even train?"
[SYSTEM]: "Not unless the universe itself hands you a miracle on a silver platter."
Two seconds later…
In the skies above the small town of Vedgarh, a majestic flying beast soared—a Chintamani Hawk, carrying a cultivator whose strength had long surpassed the Seven Chakras of the Mortal Realm.
As the beast let out a cry, the cultivator's bag shifted—and a single small potion vial, glowing faintly, slipped from a pouch and dropped from the skies like a falling star.
Below, in his backyard, Aryan sat sulking on a step.
A soft tink! echoed behind him.
He turned. "Huh?"
A bottle. Small, crystal-clear, and glowing softly with golden-blue energy.
[SYSTEM]: "Well, that took less time than I thought."
"Congratulations, Host. You've received:
Heaven's Flow Tonic – Grade: Immortal-Tier (Lesser)
Effect: Permanently cures Chakra Deficiency and opens spiritual veins."
Aryan stared.
[SYSTEM]: "Sooo... about that whole 'never cultivating' thing? Disregard it. Lady Luck is clearly drunk tonight."
"And unlike you, she's got standards."
He was speechless.
[SYSTEM]: "Drink up, hero. And try not to choke. Or do, I don't care."
Aryan popped the cork, sniffed it—and in a moment of desperate hope, downed the potion.
A warm wave rushed through his limbs. His vision shimmered.
[SYSTEM]: "System Update Complete. New Chakra Pathways forming. Cultivation Access: GRANTED."
"Realm Status: Upgraded to First Chakra: Mulādhāra – Level 1"
[Updated Status Window]
Name: Aryanvaat Rishaan
Age: 6
Realm: First Chakra – Mulādhāra (Level 1)
Primary Attribute: Luck – MAX
Status Effect: None
Skills: [Pending]
Aryan looked at his hands in wonder.
The energy... it was real. The feel of something flowing inside him—soft, powerful, and alive.
"Did I really just… start cultivating?"
[SYSTEM]: "Against all logic, reality, and common sense… yes."
"Enjoy it while it lasts. You'll find new ways to disappoint me soon enough."
Aryan smiled faintly for the first time that day.
"Maybe… just maybe… I'm not doomed after all."