The night sky was painted in hues of twilight purple, with twin moons hanging silently above a forest shrouded in death. In the heart of this chaos, a young man struggled to stand—his body bruised, sword broken, eyes burning with stubborn will.
Shun Seijuro, age 25, formerly a normal gamer and part-time bookstore clerk, had died in a traffic accident. But instead of the afterlife, he awakened in the body of a youth bearing the same name… in a world called Murimdan.
He thought it was a dream. Then the pain hit. Then the blood. Then—the system.
> [System Notification] "Welcome, Host. Soul Synchronization Complete." "Initializing Tutorial Gacha…"
A golden light exploded in his mind. A spinning wheel with glowing characters rotated before his inner eyes, stopping on a name he didn't recognize.
> [Congratulations! You have drawn: "Sei Muyang – Remnant Soul of the Heavenly Demon God"]
Shun thought it was a bug. Or worse, a scam.
That thought vanished the moment an overwhelming pressure filled his soul.
> "Tch. Another brat who thinks cultivation is a game…"
From the void within, a deep voice echoed. Cold. Arrogant. Filled with ancient killing intent.
> "I am Sei Muyang. The one who once stood above all beneath the heavens. You're not worthy of me."
And just like that—silence.
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Three days later, Shun was on the run. Bandits had ambushed a merchant caravan. Everyone else was dead.
He had no skills. No cultivation. No help.
But as he hid behind a rock, trembling, a thought came to him.
> "If I die again here… this second chance is a joke."
Gripping the broken sword of a fallen guard, he stood up and charged at the bandits. His body screamed. His stance was laughable. His swing was wild. But his eyes… were calm.
He took down one. Then another. And just before he collapsed—he smiled.
> "Heh… at least I didn't run."
Inside the system space, the remnant soul of Sei Muyang opened his eyes.
> "...That fool really tried to fight with no cultivation? Against those odds?"
He watched as Shun's blood soaked the ground.
Then he saw it. The hint of insanity. The spark of determination.
A memory flashed in Sei Muyang's ancient mind—a younger version of himself, bloodied and smiling the same way.
> "Maybe… just maybe…"
With a sigh, the soul stirred.
> "Listen up, brat. If you die now, I'll never be free of this damn system."
A silver glow wrapped around Shun's body as the voice whispered in his mind.
> "You want power? Fine. But don't expect mercy from me."