Living a mundane life was like being a pool of stagnant water.
No current. No destination. Just sitting there, collecting dust, slowly going nowhere.
Kai had lived that life once — ramen cups stacked by his monitor, daylight something that happened to other people, time measured in loading screens and quest timers. He'd hated it and loved it simultaneously, the comfortable numbness of a life with no real stakes.
He understood now, dragging a broom across the cracked stone floor of Furong Restaurant's backyard in the grey light of early morning, that stagnant water was still infinitely preferable to this.
At least stagnant water didn't smell like pig.
He swept in long, mechanical strokes, cataloguing his situation the way he used to catalogue a new game's mechanics. Observe everything. Complain later.
Dan — the restaurant manager, Rank 5 Warrior, belly straining against his outer robe — stood near the kitchen entrance watching him with the specific expression of a man who wanted to find a reason to cause problems but hadn't found one yet. Kai had already clocked something important about Dan: the man hated him, but he didn't touch him. Not really. Verbal cruelty, the occasional shove, but nothing beyond that.
Because Kai was still technically a clan descendant. And the clan's great elder — a man named Rex's father, Victor — had issued the transfer order personally. Dan wasn't stupid enough to permanently damage clan property without explicit permission.
Why did Victor transfer me here in the first place?
The memories floated up slowly, incomplete and fuzzy at the edges the way inherited memories apparently were.
There had been an incident. Something involving Victor's wife stepping out of a bath, and a fifteen-year-old boy who had been in entirely the wrong corridor at entirely the wrong moment, and a door that had not been properly closed.
Kai stopped sweeping.
...You have got to be kidding me.
He resumed sweeping.
I got exiled from my clan because I accidentally saw the elder's wife getting dressed. Fifteen years of being raised as a clan member, and that's what ended it.
He filed this information away under Problems For Later and kept moving.
The restaurant courtyard was coming to life around him. Sunrise hadn't fully crested yet but the kitchen staff were already moving — fires lit, water boiling, the smell of something almost edible drifting out from somewhere. Leo was on the far side of the yard hauling water barrels, the only task that actually matched his physique. Everything requiring delicacy or precision had been quietly redistributed to Kai, because Leo's hands, despite their owner's best intentions, broke approximately forty percent of whatever they touched.
"Kai."
Dan's voice. Kai looked up.
The manager was pointing at a large bamboo coop set against the far wall, from which a series of aggressive, indignant sounds were emanating.
"Kill those turkeys. Kitchen needs them prepped before the lunch crowd."
Leo's head snapped up from across the yard immediately. He dropped his water barrel and crossed the distance faster than a man his size had any right to move.
"Manager — his body isn't recovered yet. Let me handle it. Turkeys are low-rank monsters but they're still—"
"Your job," Dan said flatly, "is the barrels. Get back to the barrels."
Leo's jaw tightened. He looked at Kai.
Kai gave him the smallest shake of his head.
I've got it.
Leo looked deeply unconvinced, but retreated.
Kai turned to face the turkey coop and took a moment to properly assess his assignment.
Turkeys. Low-rank monsters — barely above wild animals on the cultivation world's threat scale, but monsters nonetheless. Claws sharp enough to score skin, temperamental, prone to attacking anything that moved near them. For a healthy Rank 3 Warrior, mildly annoying. For a beaten, barely-recovered Rank 1 with a broken Dantian and a body that still ached in seventeen distinct locations—
Embarrassing, he concluded. Dan knows exactly what he's doing.
He picked up a kitchen knife from the prep table and walked toward the coop.
That was when he saw it.
A bar. Floating above the nearest turkey's head, green and partially depleted, shimmering faintly in the morning light like something rendered by a graphics engine he couldn't see the rest of.
Kai stopped walking.
He closed his eyes. Opened them again.
The bar was still there. Above every turkey in the coop — small floating HP indicators, just like—
Just like a game.
Before the thought fully formed, a voice sounded directly inside his skull. Not loud. Not dramatic. Calm and precise, like a tutorial notification:
〖 New Quest Available 〗
Objective: Assist in preparing turkeys for Furong Restaurant kitchen
Reward: +50 EXP / +30 Qigong / +1 Survival
Time Limit: 10 seconds
Warning: Declining this quest will result in a penalty.
Accept / Decline?
Ten seconds.
Kai didn't waste nine of them.
Accept, he thought immediately.
Not because of the reward — though his heart was already hammering at what that reward implied. Because of the word penalty. He glanced sideways at Dan, who was watching him with arms crossed and the patient expression of a man waiting for a show.
The penalty is probably Dan's boot in my ribs. Pass.
He reached into the coop.
Something strange happened.
Every turkey in the enclosure — aggressive, territorial creatures that had apparently attacked the previous Kai on multiple prior occasions — shrank backward. Pressing against the far bamboo slats. Eyes wide, that specific quality of animal fear that meant something deeper than just a person reaching toward them.
They were afraid of him.
Kai paused. Noted this. Filed it away.
"Sorry," he told the nearest one, genuinely meaning it in a vague, distant way.
The turkey made a sound that was almost certainly a reply and definitely wasn't reassuring.
He grabbed it, set the knife, and made it quick.
The HP bar drained to zero. The turkey went still.
〖 Kill Confirmed 〗
+25 EXP / +15 Qigong / +0 Survival
And then, before he could process that:
〖 Quest Progress: 1 Complete 〗
〖 LEVEL UP 〗
Rank 1 → Rank 2 Warrior
+1 Free Attribute Point
Something shifted inside his body.
It wasn't dramatic. No blinding light, no shockwave of power, no dramatic music. Just a subtle, internal click — like a door that had been stuck for years suddenly opening a fraction. Warmth spreading outward from somewhere deep in his core, sluggish and thin but unmistakably there.
Qigong. Actual, circulating Qigong, moving through pathways that the previous Kai's broken Dantian had kept sealed for five years of agonizing nightly practice.
Oh, Kai thought quietly.
Oh, that's what they meant.
He stood still for exactly three seconds, holding a dead turkey, feeling the warmth move through him, understanding in his bones for the first time what it meant to be a cultivator in this world — and what it had cost the boy whose body he was borrowing to never feel this, no matter how hard he tried.
Then he reached back into the coop.
Second turkey. Quick and clean.
+25 EXP. +15 Qigong.
Third turkey.
Same.
He set the knife down and checked his internal status readout — the screen that appeared behind his eyes when he focused:
---
〖 STATUS 〗
Player: Kai
Rank: 2 Warrior
HP: 100
Qigong: 40
Survival: 101
Free Attribute Points: 1
Abilities: None
Unique Skills: None
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None for abilities and skills. He'd fix that eventually.
But Rank 2. From Rank 1 to Rank 2, in the time it took to kill three birds. Five years of nightly secret practice behind a mountain had produced nothing. Three turkeys and a quest notification had done it in under two minutes.
God didn't abandon me, Kai thought, and felt something close to a laugh building in his chest. He just gave me a very strange gift.
He was still looking at his status when Leo's voice cut through his thoughts:
"Young Master — you actually killed them." Leo was staring at the three neatly dispatched turkeys with an expression of pure reverent shock. "All three. You just — you did it."
"It's turkeys, Leo."
"Before, you wouldn't even pick up the knife near them."
Kai glanced at him. "I had a bad relationship with sharp objects. I'm working through it."
Across the yard, Dan had gone very quiet.
Kai looked at him. The manager's expression was doing something complicated — he'd assigned this task expecting humiliation, expecting to watch Rank 1 Kai get chased around the courtyard by angry birds, expecting an excuse to escalate. Instead he was looking at three clean kills and a boy who had somehow — impossibly — broken through to Rank 2 in the process.
The broken Dantian. The one that made Rank 1 a life sentence.
Dan's eyes narrowed.
Kai smiled at him. Pleasantly.
"Manager. I'm done with the turkeys." He set the knife down on the prep table and looked around the courtyard with new eyes — specifically, the eyes of someone checking a map for available quests. "Anything else that needs killing? I'm in a good rhythm."
Dan said nothing.
"The old pigsty still has that sow in it," Kai continued thoughtfully, tilting his head toward the far corner of the yard. "She's been back there for a while. I could—"
"Don't touch the pig."
"I'm just saying, if the kitchen needed—"
"The pig stays."
"Understood." Kai picked up his broom again, the picture of cooperative helpfulness. "Just trying to be useful."
Dan stared at him for a long moment with the look of a man recalculating something important, then turned and walked away without another word. His footsteps were slightly faster than usual.
Leo watched him go, then turned back to Kai with wide eyes and a slowly spreading grin.
"Young Master," he said carefully. "Are you... feeling alright?"
Kai looked down at his hands. Thin. Scarred. Trembling slightly — not from weakness this time, but from the effort of containing something.
Not excitement. Something more controlled than excitement.
+50 EXP from the quest. +75 from the three kills. One level up. One attribute point waiting.
And there are demon beasts in Kunlun Mountain Range forty kilometers north of here.
"I'm feeling," Kai said slowly, "like things are about to get very different."
Leo studied his face for a long moment.
"...You hit your head harder than I thought," he concluded.
"Probably," Kai agreed.
He went back to sweeping.
But his mind was already elsewhere — running numbers, planning routes, thinking about experience bars and attribute points and a mountain range full of monsters that every sane person in this city was afraid to enter.
Every level starts at zero, he reminded himself.
But I'm not at zero anymore.