A blinding white light filled his vision, and when it finally faded, a world unlike any he'd ever known unfolded before him. The sky was a canvas painted with hues of purple and gold, and the air was thick with an unseen energy. A surge of excitement coursed through him as he realized he was no longer in his cramped bedroom.
He was alive, but in a world that seemed plucked straight from the pages of his beloved novels and comics. A world where cultivators soared through the skies, battled monstrous beasts, and sought immortality. A world he'd only dreamed of.
A grin split his face as he sat up, eager to explore this new reality. He was ready to embark on a journey of cultivation, to become the strongest, the most revered. After all, he was the protagonist of his own story now.
A small village nestled at the foot of the mountain caught his eye. Smoke curled lazily from thatched roofs, and the faint sounds of morning activity reached his ears. A sense of wonder and anticipation filled him. This was the beginning of a new chapter, an adventure unlike any he'd ever imagined.
Our MC goes to village find few cultivators from a sect are recruiting disciples by checking their cultivation talent. He asked a villager about it. Villager give him a pitiful look and tell him tallents are divided into mortal,inferior,common, medium, rare, supreme, saint, god but no one untill now have saint and god for atleast 1000years and supreme supreme for 100years. After listening mc gets excited and takes test thinking he will get supreme Or god talent.
His heart pounded with anticipation as he approached the group of cultivators in the village square. They wore identical gray robes and exuded an aura of authority. This was his chance to start his new life as a cultivator. Ignoring the villagers' curious stares, he stepped forward and introduced himself with a confident smile.
The leading cultivator, a stern-looking man with a long, gray beard, nodded and gestured towards a glowing stone. "Place your hand on it," he instructed. With a surge of excitement, the MC did as told. A moment later, the stone emitted a dull, gray light.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The cultivator's expression turned from indifference to pity. "Mortal talent," he announced, his voice carrying through the still air. A wave of disappointment washed over the MC. This couldn't be happening. He was supposed to be the protagonist, the one destined for greatness.
The villagers exchanged sympathetic glances, their eyes filled with unspoken sorrow. The cultivator shook his head and turned away, his attention now focused on the next person in line. The MC stood there, his mind racing, trying to process the crushing blow. His dreams of soaring through the skies and battling fearsome beasts had been shattered before they even began.A bitter taste filled the MC's mouth as he turned his back on the village. His heart ached with disappointment, and a sense of futility washed over him. He had been so sure of his path, so certain of his destiny. Now, it seemed, that destiny was nothing more than a cruel joke.
As he walked, lost in his thoughts, a peculiar sound caught his attention. It was a clear, melodic ding ding, like tiny bells chiming in the wind. He paused, straining his ears. The sound seemed to originate from within him. A tingling sensation spread through his body, and a strange energy began to circulate.
Intrigued, the MC closed his eyes and focused on the sensation. A holographic interface appeared before his mind's eye, displaying a single line of text:
[System Activated]
A thrill of anticipation raced through him. Could this be a lifeline, a second chance? Or was it merely another cruel twist of fate?