In his previous life on Blue Star, he had lived quietly.
Too quietly.
He was born into a broken family. A father who drowned himself in alcohol and violence, and a mother who endured everything in silence. Fists, shouting, shattered bottles—those were the sounds of his childhood.
Yet in that chaos, there was one moment he never forgot.
When he was still young, his father's rage had turned toward him.
His mother stepped in front of him without hesitation.
She was trembling. Afraid.
But she did not move away.
From that day onward, he decided something in his heart.
I'll repay her.
As he grew older, that repayment became his entire life.
He studied hard. Worked tirelessly. Gave up rest, friends, and dreams. Every expectation his mother placed on him, he carried like a sacred command. When he failed, he blamed himself. When he succeeded, he felt it still wasn't enough.
He didn't resent her.
He resented his own weakness.
Over time, guilt hollowed him out.
He smiled less. Spoke less.
His emotions dulled, as if wrapped in thick fog.
The day he died, rain poured from the sky.
A sudden accident. Screeching brakes. Chaos.
When he saw his mother about to be struck, his body moved before his mind could think.
He pushed her away.
Pain exploded.
As his vision faded, he saw her kneeling beside him, crying uncontrollably.
With his last breath, he smiled faintly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Live well."
Then—darkness.
Warmth returned.
Not pain. Not fear.
Warmth, gentle and enclosing.
His consciousness surfaced slowly, like rising from deep water.
I'm… not dead?
Before confusion could take hold, a clear sound echoed in his mind.
[Ding.]
[Supreme System initializing.]
The voice was calm, indifferent—almost superior.
[Host detected.]
[Soul state: Stable.]
[Emotional residue: Guilt — minimal.]
System?
So reincarnation really exists…
Before he could think further, the voice continued.
[World confirmed: Cultivation World.]
[Status: Fetal stage.]
He paused.
…A womb?
Instead of panic, excitement bubbled up inside him.
So this is my second life?
The system spoke again, faintly judgmental.
[Evaluation of previous life complete.]
[Conclusion: Host lived excessively for others.]
[Behavior correction required.]
[Supreme System activated.]
[Core modules unlocked: Sign-In • Tasks • Choices.]
[Newbie Gift Pack available.]
A flood of power and knowledge surged into his being.
Chaos Body
Supreme Bone
Heavy Pupil
Chaos Dao Scripture
Emperor Weapon: Chaos Bell (Upgradeable, sealed)
The system added:
[Reminder: Power is not a substitute for choice.]
He laughed silently in his heart.
Don't worry. This time… I know what I want.
I'll live for myself.
Time flowed.
He grew quietly within the womb.
The woman carrying him possessed an aura both gentle and unfathomably deep. Even before birth, he could sense it—restrained power, ancient and steady.
This was no ordinary family.
The moment he was born—
The heavens erupted.
Clouds twisted violently, collapsing inward as if pulled by an invisible hand. Spiritual energy from tens of thousands of miles surged toward a single point.
The sky split.
Golden and chaotic light intertwined as phantoms descended.
Gods.
Demons.
Immortal Kings.
Their figures filled the Nine Heavens, countless gazes locking onto the newborn child of the Yuan Clan.
The Eye of Heaven opened.
Cold. Vast. Absolute.
The world trembled.
Inside the Yuan Clan, an ancient voice rang out calmly:
"This is a child of the Yuan Clan."
The ground shook.
From forbidden grounds, sealed mountains, and hidden halls, ancestors awakened.
One stepped into the sky, his presence alone suppressing the heavens.
"Heaven," the ancestor said lightly,
"this child is not yours to judge."
Another ancestor's eyes turned cold.
"Even Heaven itself does not have the right to touch a Yuan Clan child."
A demon phantom shattered instantly.
An Immortal King withdrew in fear.
The Eye of Heaven flickered—then slowly closed.
Silence returned.
The world calmed.
Inside the cradle, the newborn stared wide-eyed, thrilled.
Whoa… my family's amazing.
Soon after, the ancestors gathered.
Their spiritual senses swept over the child one by one.
"…Chaos Body."
"…Supreme Bone!"
"…Heavy Pupil?!"
Each discovery sent waves of shock through the hall.
An elder ancestor laughed aloud, his voice trembling.
"Our Yuan Clan… has waited long enough!"
Another spoke solemnly.
"This child is born to stand above emperors."
Finally, a unanimous decision was made.
"He shall be appointed the Emperor Son."
"He will be nurtured in the Ancestral Ground."
Clan leaders bowed.
Ancestors nodded.
Everything was decided.
Then—
The child shook his head.
Once.
Silently.
The hall froze.
Confusion. Shock. Disbelief.
He didn't cry.
Didn't struggle.
He simply… refused.
The ancestors exchanged glances.
No anger. No coercion.
At last, an ancient voice spoke gently.
"…Very well."
"We will wait."
"Three years."
"If he still refuses, the Yuan Clan will respect his will."
Inside the cradle, the baby smiled faintly.
Thank you.
For the first time—
His life was truly his own.