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Cosmic Cultivation

Year 2033 The time the game came out, the world was taken by storm. 'Realm of Immortals' changed things for everyone. It was a game where anyone can be anything, a villain, a prince in shining armor, or a blacksmith. It was the first full-dive game, a revolution to technology. But... the world of that game favours the strong, so all players are pumped up to play it with it's realistic feature; calling it a second world would not be far off. Silas, an extraordinary 19 year old man who works at a bank and buys the game to pass away time and have fun, finds himself as the weakest player inside the realistic cultivation MMO. He was mad, he was angry, he just wanted to have fun, even the NPCs in the game harass and make fun of him. What led to this... He couldn't use Qi... The energy which all cultivators use to grow stronger... He was about to quit the game, when a glitch happened, a dark force was able to infiltrate the system, and Silas found himself in a forbidden place which was hated by the heavens. There, he found his purpose, using an energy that was the opposite of Qi. He gave himself a mission, to change how things were in this so called heavens, and create a better world where everyone isn't always fighting for power. _____ TAGS:- Assasin, reincarnation, gods, cultivation, martial arts, smart MC, Weak to overpowered, villain, virtual reality, video games. ___ My other books; Vampire god in the apocalypse, Lord MMORPG: The demon progenitor. Join my discord server for illustrations and updates, and group discussions. Link in my profile.

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45. People without power are trash

*Two weeks ago*

In a luxurious villa in the First Land was the household of the Dei family. Within the large building was a man with long wine-colored hair, held by a golden hairpin. The other people in the room currently had their heads down as they watched him approach.

In front of all of them was a beautiful young woman with long wine-colored hair, just like the elderly man approaching them. Her eyes were a shade of brown, and the other people close to her all felt fear as they anticipated his words.

"Harissa." The man's words reached her ears, and she shook.

"Father…"

Her voice was low; she knew what was coming next.

"Is it true that you lost your cultivation? Really?" The man's tone was calm, and the atmosphere was tense. Harissa couldn't speak a word; to admit she lost her cultivation would only remind her of her sorrows.

"Speak to me!" The man raised his voice, and Harissa looked up at him, her eyes teary.