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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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49. The blacksmith

Silas watched as Citan sat outside the workshop and wiped his sweat. Silas and Juliet decided to wait in a corner, observing what was going on.

Citan could only look up to the sky, which he thought was his limit. Being the only one in his family with cultivation talent, he was the hope and pride, not just for his family, but for the entire area.

Now... He was at rock bottom, back to being a powerless mortal.

The boy sighed and bent his head down.

A man with wrinkles on his face came forward from inside the shack and saw Citan in that state.

"Boy, the more you think about it, the more painful it'll become for you to accept it. You have to learn to let go," the man said, and the boy in front of him only looked up with a dead gaze.

"I couldn't even protect my sister from those people. Now I don't even know where they took her. I'm so useless!" Citan banged his hand on the ground in frustration, and the old man sighed.