Chapter 1 — From Death to Beginning
On the Blue Planet, inside a hidden research laboratory.
The smell of chemicals filled the air.
A young man with messy black hair and a thin, exhausted body leaned over a microscope. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes, yet there was a strange focus in them. After several tense seconds, his lips twitched upward.
A smile.
He grabbed his notebook and began writing rapidly, hands moving faster and faster.
Then—
His vision blurred.
The words on the page doubled, then twisted. His fingers lost strength, the pen slipping from his grip as his body swayed.
He collapsed.
Moments later, the laboratory door burst open. Panicked voices echoed as people rushed in. Someone shouted for help. The young man was lifted onto a stretcher and wheeled away.
Inside a quiet hospital room, beneath a silent night sky, he lay motionless.
A man who once had everything.
Money. Fame. Recognition.
At his peak, he had been handsome, energetic, admired by countless people. Now, his head was shaved, his body so weak that even lifting a finger felt exhausting.
Only twenty-five years old.
Yet already at the end of his life.
He was once called a genius—an inventor, a researcher who broke boundaries and shook industries. His future was supposed to be brilliant, filled with luxury and praise.
But fate never cared.
Cancer.
The cruelest joke was that he had actually succeeded in creating a cure.
Just not in time for himself.
He sacrificed his health, ignored his body, and pushed himself beyond every limit. By the time success arrived, his body had already collapsed.
Now bedridden, with only months left, he passed his time reading novels.
They were his only escape.
He had no family waiting for him. No one to mourn him.
Even with wealth and fame, he had never possessed real power—the kind that could decide life and death.
He sighed softly.
As usual, he was reading.
Then his body suddenly went cold.
His fingers stiffened. His vision dimmed.
Darkness swallowed everything.
He found himself standing in an endless void.
There was nothing.
No sound. No light.
Until a tiny white glow appeared far away.
He walked toward it.
Time lost meaning.
The light grew brighter and brighter—
Then something pulled him forward.
No matter how much he struggled, he was dragged into it.
Cold rain struck his skin.
Thunder roared overhead. Wind howled.
Skin?
A body?
Before he could think further, warmth surrounded him.
A hoarse yet gentle voice spoke nearby.
"Another abandoned baby… people truly have no heart, leaving a child out in this weather."
Baby?
His eyelids slowly opened.
A wrinkled face came into view—kind eyes, gentle expression.
"So calm," the old woman murmured. "Not even crying."
She picked up a small note from the basket.
"Su Xiaoyao," she read quietly. "May you live freely in this harsh world."
The name sent a shock through his mind.
Su Xiaoyao.
The same name as his previous life.
Coincidence?
He tried to speak, but only soft baby sounds came out.
Inside, his thoughts were clear.
I died.
And reincarnated.
Just like the novels he used to read.
"So… where's the cheat?""A system?""A golden finger?"
Silence answered him.
Nothing happened.
He clicked his tongue internally.
Figures.
Fine.
Even without one, I won't live an ordinary life again.
Years passed.
In a small village near a vast mountain forest stood a simple orphanage.
Children ran around, laughing and shouting.
Under a tree nearby, a seven-year-old boy sat quietly, watching them.
Su Xiaoyao.
Black hair fell past his shoulders. His sharp brows and deep black eyes carried a calmness that didn't belong to a child.
From travelers passing through the village, he learned the truth.
This was a world of cultivation.
A world of swords, beasts, demons, and immortals.
A dangerous world.
Here, one either lived weak and ordinary—
Or gained power and crushed everything beneath their feet.
He had already made his choice.
Strength.
Absolute strength.
Yet every night, a strange pain throbbed behind his eyes, as if something sealed deep within him was trying to break free.
Who left me here?Why give me the same name?
Suddenly, mocking laughter rang out.
Several children were surrounding a small girl, pushing her to the ground and throwing dirt at her.
Su Xiaoyao stood up.
"Enough."
The children froze. Then they remembered.
Anyone who bullied him never ended well.
They scattered instantly.
Silence returned.
He helped the girl up.
She kept her head lowered, trembling slightly.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"…Liu Qingxue."
A good name.
"If anyone bullies you again," he said calmly, "tell me."
She nodded softly.
The wind rustled through the trees.
Somewhere deep within the forest—
Something shifted.
And Su Xiaoyao murmured under his breath:
"In my first life, I lacked the power to save myself."
"This time… I won't."
"and no matter what i will find you..."