Hi friends, I am Rajan, and let me take you through my story.
A story that starts from a nobody... to someone the world would one day revere as a MASTER.
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So, how did it all begin?
Once upon a time, I transmigrated into an unknown world. I was given a body—the body of someone with no parents, no friends, no relatives. No one.
The previous owner of this body lived merely to survive. He formed no close bonds, neither bullied nor was bullied. It was hard to say whether anyone even noticed him. If one day he vanished, the world wouldn't blink.
That was who he was.
I inherited his memories—but not even a single crucial thing I should have known about this new world. Still, I suppose I got lucky. He had a few copper coins stashed away.
Haha. Lucky me. At least I wouldn't die of starvation the moment I arrived.
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Let's rewind for a second.
Let me tell you who I was back on Earth.
On Earth, I was a patient—bedridden for nearly 15 years. I died at the age of 21.
Some would say my life was wasted. I never thought so.
Even in that stillness, my life had meaning. Going through those years taught me a lot about people—their emotions, their weaknesses, their strength.
There was one thing that always brought me comfort: novels.
I read countless stories. Cultivation, magic, systems, transmigration—you name it. I'd often imagine that if I ever got reincarnated, I'd awaken with some golden finger—a cheat system, a divine power, something.
But...
Well, you'll hear the rest of the story directly from me.
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So, what did I do after waking up in this new world?
First, I assessed myself. I didn't even have a name here.
So, I reclaimed my old one: Rajan.
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Let me reintroduce myself.
My name is Rajan. A 21-year-old guy with hair long enough to rival a woman's. My face? Neither handsome nor ugly. My eyes? Normal. My presence? Forgettable.
Damn. There's nothing remarkable about me.
But still—this is my story.
Welcome to "The Story of Master."