webnovel

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.

Dexter_Sled_1111 · Games
Not enough ratings
70 Chs

61. The wraith sect

"A billion coins... That could fetch a hefty amount of resources to train and be among the top-ranking players," Silver said with much enthusiasm.

"Hm..." Silas nodded as he heard that and then he smiled.

He himself didn't have that kind of money, but he might need it for his plans in the future.

He gazed at the people standing in a circle and noticed a man in the middle who was drawing a circle on the floor.

He moved forward from the bushes, pulling out a black knife from his coat pocket. His steps were silent, yet he was still fast.

He stabbed one in the thigh as swiftly as he moved to the other one, stabbing into his thigh too.

"Argh!"

"What the hell happened to you?" one of the men asked, and then he fell to the floor as he felt a deep pain in his thigh.

The last man, who was drawing something on the floor, stopped as the circle glowed brightly and a smile formed on his lips.