Chapter I: The Beginning of the End

It was a mundane Monday, the most tedious day of the week throughout the year.

The scorching heat enveloped the surroundings of Rue d'égalité in Poligny, France. Despite the relentless weather, the birds bravely chirped contentedly as a refreshing gust of wind swept through the area.

Inside one of the apartments, a young man could be seen reclining in a chair without a care in the world. He sported a long-sleeved shirt that seemed out of place in the sweltering heat outside and within the apartment. His dark brown eyes, filled with worldly experience, gazed out from under curly black hair, which was stylishly dyed blonde at the tips. His thin black eyebrows were meticulously divided into three lines, reminiscent of the Adidas symbol.

The young man's name was Georges Richard, an 18-year-old anime and novella enthusiast. At this moment, he seemed to be unaffected by the infernal heat tormenting the world outside. Clad in dark blue jeans and Nike Air Force sneakers, he displayed a casual charm that exuded above-average confidence.

Despite his undeniable attractiveness, the relentless heat had taken a toll on Georges. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, a testament to the unforgiving weather. But beyond his physical appearance, there was something more to Georges than met the eye. He was an imaginative dreamer who sought solace in the world of anime and novels, where he could escape the mundane reality that he found himself in.

However, today was different from any other Monday. It was the day Georges had gathered the courage to confess his feelings to his longtime friend and coworker. Unfortunately, his heart met with disappointment as he faced rejection and found himself "friendzoned." The crushing blow left him feeling as if he had been knocked out in a wrestling ring, plummeting into the depths of despair.

In an attempt to calm his disoriented mind, Georges sought refuge in the fictional worlds of anime and novels. He embarked on a marathon, intending to bury his pain beneath the captivating stories. As each episode played on, he yearned to forget the bitter taste of rejection that lingered on his lips.

"Sigh... The world is anything but a rainbow," Georges mumbled, finding solace in the colorful universes portrayed on the screen.

But even amidst the captivating plots, he couldn't find tranquility. Immersed in the world of novels and anime, Georges began to fantasize about what life would be like if he were to find himself in a grand harem. He imagined celestial beauties massaging him, cooking for him, and fulfilling his every desire. Such a fantasy was beyond his reach, existing only within the depths of his heart, concealed from the prying eyes of reality.

In this monochromatic and humdrum world, such dreams seemed nothing more than mere figments of imagination. Georges could only keep them hidden deep within himself, as he was aware that these desires could never come to fruition.

Sighing once more, he finally decided to rise from his chair, albeit lazily, and made his way to the kitchen. Feeling the grumble of his stomach, he opened the refrigerator, retrieving a cold Coca-Cola and a bag of potato chips. With his refreshments in hand, he returned to his reclining spot and sat back with a sense of contentment.

"Ah... This is the life, living without concern for the world's troubles or the constant annoyance of that grumpy neighbor next door," Georges mused, taking a refreshing sip of his drink.

As he resumed watching the anime, the world of Jujutsu Kaisen captivated his attention. Lost in the immersive storytelling, he indulged in the captivating battles and supernatural wonders that unfolded before his eyes.

Hours passed, and with every passing moment, Georges felt the weight of exhaustion slowly overpowering him. His eyelids grew heavy as if weighed down by invisible burdens, and his vision became increasingly blurred, making it difficult to discern the boundaries of reality.

"Ah... I'm so sleepy," Georges whispered, succumbing to the pull of drowsiness.

With no further resistance, he allowed his eyes to close, and soon enough, he fell into a deep slumber, the world of anime fading away as reality embraced him.

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In the depths of the boundless void, a lone ball of light floated aimlessly. Unaffected by the passage of time or the lack of direction, it seemed lost in an eternity of nothingness.

Normally, souls would never survive in the emptiness of the void, for the energy it contained would corrupt them, transforming them into vengeful spirits overflowing with negative emotions.

However, this particular soul defied the norm. It retained its consciousness, defying the very essence of its existence. This soul belonged to none other than Georges Richard.

As the soul floated, it seemed to come to an abrupt halt, as if it had come to a realization. It turned left and right, almost as if it were searching for something within the vast emptiness.

"What the hell!" the soul exclaimed, its voice resonating in the void. "Where am I? And why am I without a physical form?"

The soul's awareness of its own situation was unusual, and yet it retained its sense of identity despite its peculiar predicament. Georges was still Georges, even in this formless state.

"Could it be that I died in my sleep?" he pondered aloud, the notion dawning upon him.

The thought of his own mortality sent shivers down his immaterial form. Although he had felt a premonition of this event while he was watching anime, he had chosen to dismiss it as mere fatigue and nothing more.

Just as Georges contemplated his fate, a powerful voice boomed through the void, piercing through the silence like a divine proclamation.

"Yes, you are right. You died in your sleep," the voice declared with an air of authority.

Startled by the voice, Georges felt a mixture of surprise and fear wash over him. Whence did this voice originate? How did it know the circumstances of his demise?

Questions swirled in his mind, but before he could voice them, an intense radiance engulfed the void, illuminating the darkness with an otherworldly glow.

As the light gradually dimmed, Georges could discern the figure of a being that had seemingly emerged from the brilliance itself.

The being appeared as an elderly man, his hair and beard a stark white, adorned in a flowing robe that seemed to be woven from pure light. His presence exuded both vulnerability and grandeur, making it difficult to ascertain the true nature of his existence.

Georges gazed upon the enigmatic figure before him, his curiosity piqued. Although he couldn't fully comprehend the being's power, he knew he was in the presence of someone far beyond mortal comprehension.

"Who are you?" Georges inquired, his tone cautious yet resolute.

The being seemed to find amusement in Georges's question, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Who I am matters little. However, for the sake of your understanding, you may call me R.O.B, as mortals have named me in their feeble tales."

Georges's eyes widened at the mention of the name R.O.B. He never anticipated that this elderly man could be the enigmatic figure often referred to as R.O.B.

As R.O.B's words settled in his mind, Georges continued to observe the old man with a mix of awe and skepticism. Despite the overwhelming presence of R.O.B, Georges couldn't help but wonder about the significance of this encounter. Was it a mere dream, a hallucination brought on by exhaustion, or something much more profound?

"You say I died in my sleep," Georges spoke cautiously, trying to make sense of the situation. "But how is that possible? I was just watching anime moments ago..."

R.O.B's eyes glimmered with a mysterious aura as he responded, "Your death was an unfortunate mistake, caused by one of my problematic subordinates. They erred in their judgment and took your life by accident."

Georges felt a rush of emotions upon hearing this revelation. Anger, confusion, and even a hint of despair mingled within him. "Mistake or not, my life was cut short," he muttered bitterly.

R.O.B's demeanor softened, and he nodded solemnly. "Indeed, it was an irreparable error. To compensate for this grave mistake, I offer you a unique opportunity: a chance to live once more, not in this world, but in another realm of existence."

The young man's eyes widened in astonishment. The proposition seemed too extraordinary to believe. "You mean... reincarnation?" Georges stammered, trying to grasp the magnitude of the offer.

R.O.B nodded again. "Precisely. You shall be reborn into a world of cultivation, where strength and destiny intertwine. However, you must understand that this is a privilege given to you by the cosmos. It comes with conditions and limitations."

Georges felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The prospect of a new life, free from the shackles of his previous world, enticed him. Yet, he couldn't ignore the apprehension of venturing into the unknown.

"What conditions?" he inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.

R.O.B's eyes seemed to penetrate the depths of Georges's soul. "First, you will be bestowed five wishes to shape your path in the new world. Choose them wisely, for once they are granted, there is no turning back. Second, the world you will inhabit is predetermined by fate. You have no say in where you shall be reborn."

The limitations set forth by R.O.B tempered Georges's excitement. Though he couldn't choose his destination, the prospect of five wishes was too enticing to ignore.

With a glint of determination in his eyes, Georges steeled himself. "I accept your offer," he declared, accepting the gamble that fate had laid before him.

R.O.B nodded approvingly. "Very well. State your five wishes, and they shall be granted."

Georges took a deep breath, pondering his desires carefully. "First, I wish for the highest talent for Genesis Runes. I want to master the ancient art of runic inscriptions and unlock their true potential."

"Second, I wish for a system to guide me on my journey. Let it be a companion, mentor, or even a friend who aids me in my quest for greatness."

"Third, I desire the Sharingan, a powerful eye technique from the world of anime. But I want it without the curse of inevitable blindness, for I wish to embrace both power and longevity."

"Fourth, I wish for an appearance reminiscent of Yaoyao, a character from one of my favorite novels. But let it be with a touch of masculinity, a unique blend of beauty and strength."

"And finally, I desire all the powers that Raizel possessed in the series 'Noblesse.' Let me wield his strength and wisdom, becoming an unparalleled force in the new world."

As Georges articulated his wishes, the void seemed to shimmer with anticipation, as if the cosmos itself was responding to his desires.

R.O.B's expression remained enigmatic, but there was a hint of approval in his eyes. "Your wishes are ambitious and intriguing," he remarked. "With these, you shall forge a path unlike any other in the world of cultivation."

The young man's heart swelled with excitement. He couldn't believe the possibilities that awaited him in the new world. "When will I be reborn?" he asked, eager to embark on his journey.

R.O.B's voice resonated with a profound sense of wisdom. "The threads of fate are already weaving your destiny. It will not be long before you find yourself in the new world, ready to embrace your chosen path."

Georges nodded, grateful for the opportunity bestowed upon him. "Thank you, R.O.B. I will make the most of this chance and carve a legend in the world of cultivation."

R.O.B's smile deepened, a rare glimmer of warmth in his ancient eyes. "Go forth, young one. Embrace your destiny and let your spirit soar. May your journey be filled with both triumphs and tribulations, for that is the essence of life."

As Georges felt himself being enveloped by the light once more, he realized that this encounter was far from a mere dream. It was a turning point, a grand adventure that awaited him beyond the veil of the void.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Georges embraced the unknown, ready to embrace the trials and tribulations that lay ahead. And as he faded into the light, he knew that he was destined for greatness, for he carried within him the dreams of an ordinary boy who dared to defy fate and create his own extraordinary tale.

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, a new star was born, and its light would shine brightly in the world of cultivation, forever changing the course of destiny. The beginning of his new journey had only just commenced, and with every step, he would leave an indelible mark on the fabric of reality. The legend of Georges Richard was about to unfold, a tale of courage, determination, and the pursuit of a dream.

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Please read my original novel called The Nameless Monster by Yuan_T, I hope you like and support this novel that I wrote and that you can join forces make this novel of mine a world hit!

See you there,

The author, Heavens_Sovereign

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