Wang Hao looked down at his frail body, a sinking feeling settling deep in his chest. He slowly raised his arm in front of his face and stared at it, as if hoping the sight would explain everything. The skin was pale, almost translucent, and the veins underneath stood out faintly. His ribs jutted sharply against the thin fabric of his shirt, and his face was so gaunt and pale it looked like someone had drained all the life out of him.
He muttered under his breath, voice barely audible,
["Looks like this poor guy got bullied a lot… just because his meridians were severed. Of all the people in the world, I had to get reincarnated into him."]
The bitterness in his tone was thick, and he let out a dry laugh, sinking back against the bed. His body felt so weak, fragile to the point of breaking. It was like he was stuck inside a walking corpse.
["I just died, and now I'm stuck in the body of some boy who's barely holding on to life."]
In a sudden burst of frustration and defiance, Wang Hao raised his trembling hand and flipped the middle finger toward the empty room. His voice was dripping with sarcasm and anger,
["Whoever did this to me — I know you're watching — f*ck you."]
The room fell quiet again, the heavy weight of his situation pressing down on him. After a long pause, he started thinking more clearly, the fog in his mind beginning to lift.
He remembered something about cultivation from the body's memories — fragments of knowledge that clung to him like shards of a broken mirror. The stages were familiar from all the novels he had read: Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Nascent Soul. Qi Refinement was the weakest, Nascent Soul the highest level one could reach. But this body? It couldn't cultivate at all because the meridians had been severed.
["No wonder this guy never got anywhere. He was doomed from the start."]
Wang Hao rubbed his chin thoughtfully, despite the weakness coursing through his limbs. He wasn't ready to give up. Maybe this was a challenge. Maybe this was a chance to do something extraordinary.
The quiet around him was thick, broken only by faint sounds from outside — the soft rustling of leaves, the distant call of a night bird. He thought about this new world he had been thrust into. Was this his new reality? Would he just fade away, trapped in this weak shell? Or was there something more hidden beneath the surface?
A slow, crooked smile tugged at his lips.
["This world's different. Back in my old life, all this was just fantasy — stories and legends. Now it's real. That means anything's possible."]
But first things first — he had to fix himself. Heal this broken body. The thought sparked a flicker of hope deep inside, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
["I need to find a way to heal fast. And… maybe, just maybe, since I'm a transmigrator, I'm supposed to get a system or cheat or something. Like in those novels."]
His voice was soft but hopeful as he called out into the stillness,
["System… come out. Your daddy's here. System! System, come out!"]
Nothing. No glow, no voice, no interface. His face paled further, and a heavy silence swallowed the room.
He pressed two fingers to his chin, deep in thought.
["No system, no cheat… Looks like this isn't going to be easy. But it's not impossible either."]
Despite everything working against him, Wang Hao refused to give in. This was his second chance at life — and he was going to fight tooth and nail to rewrite the story fate had dealt him.
For the first time since waking in this fragile body, a spark of determination ignited in his eyes. No matter how broken the shell, no matter how tough the road ahead, he wouldn't just survive — he'd rise.