Is this really cultivation?

Robert woke up with a slight headache. When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Slowly, he remembered that when he was taking the stairs, he had slipped and fallen.

Usually, he wouldn't be able to walk on stairs, but to prove to his wife that he was still young and healthy, he had started to climb them.

But he was really old and unhealthy, so...

"I must have died when I fell from the stairs, and now I have been transmigrated into another world."

He recalled situations like this that often happened at the very start of the web novels he usually read.

He was overjoyed. He always considered himself a man of culture.

He had always wanted to read different kinds of books before his retirement, but he never got around to it. After the age of 69, he slowly started to remove himself from all the businesses he used to manage.

After his retirement, he had a lot of time. Once, while browsing the internet, he discovered web novels. After that, he never stopped reading them.

Now that he had transmigrated like most MCs, he had to see what type of world this was.

In novels, there are different types of worlds.

Chinese novels feature cultivation, Dao, and sects, while Korean novels feature portals and leveling up. Japanese novels feature different races and dungeons.

He first wanted to see which type of world this was.

He could be in any type of world because this novel wasn't from any of those countries.

Robert wasn't choosy; he would read all types of novels and naturally didn't mind the world unless it was harmful to him. There were many novels where the MC would end up in dire situations, and he certainly didn't want that. However, among all the worlds, he found himself somewhat biased toward the cultivation trope.

Even if he wasn't biased, this author wanted to write a cultivation story, so he had to be in a cultivation world; he had no choice in this matter.

In the cultivation trope, he wanted to be overpowered. He would slap the faces of young masters. He could get a harem.

Just as he was daydreaming, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a man entered. He was a middle-aged man wearing a white coat. Apart from that, he looked like a doctor from the modern world.

The man in the white coat said, "Mr. Nicholson, you have finally woken up!"

Robert was somewhat confused. Just then, another elderly woman entered the room; she also looked like someone from the modern era.

She said, "Oh dear, thank God you're safe."

Yes, the man in the white coat was his personal doctor, and the elderly woman was his wife.

Seems like Robert had really good imagination and he was reading to many fantasy novels.

Because he was so lost in his imagination, he hadn't observed the room. It was a high-class private hospital room.

He realized that he was not dead. He was still alive in his world.

He thought he had finally transmigrated, but it was just him, DIO... ahem.

He was disappointed. He wanted to die and go to another world.

Robert was now 80 years old. He had done everything in his life. He was a successful businessman with a lot of money, so he had experienced it all.

Now, because of his old age, he couldn't do much.

After assuring the doctor and his wife, he sent both of them out of his room.

To freshen up, he went to the toilet.

After taking a piss, he was just coming out of the toilet when he slipped and fell for the second time. Coincidence, or was he injured in the same place?

And now he truly was dead.

WASTED.

He opened his eyes again and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Before making any conclusions, he observed his surroundings. He was now in a very old room.

Now he was sure he had transmigrated to another world because there were some unusual things in his room. There were weapons and different types of clothes that no one would wear unless they wanted to cosplay.

Suddenly, he was struck by a headache.

Yes, he received the memories of the previous owner of the body.

After sorting through the memories, he discovered that the original owner was an orphan who had lived here alone. He didn't have any friends.

In short, his life was simple. He hadn't done anything eventful in his whole life.

Robert was relieved that he didn't have to act like the original owner in front of everyone, so they wouldn't get suspicious.

He could start his new life without any problems.

A/N - This is my first time writing a novel. My first language is not English, so there will be some grammatical mistakes. Well, I will see if I can do anything. Until then, endure this.