Young master Lu Tang

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[ Name: Lu Tang ]

[ Age: 17 ]

[ Race: Human ]

[ Cultivation Level: 10th Qi Condensation (synchronize to the user) ]

[ Background: Lu Tang is the young master of the Time Split or Lu Family. His family firmly believed in the sacredness of their bloodline and dreamed of producing powerful cultivators who could manipulate time. ]

[ Cause of death: Lu Tang died after refusing to accept that he would die if he forcefully choked himself to death by drinking a wine. ]

[ Health status: Although he is still tipsy, Lu Tang is currently healthy. ]

[ Emotional status: Lu Tang is consumed by jealousy towards his younger brother who left the clan because he didn't want to inherit the clan leader's position and fought his brother Lu Tang. After his brother said goodbye to him, Lu Tang has promised himself that he will no longer acknowledge or admire anyone else's talent except of his brother. ]

[ Weakness: Lu Tang is cursed by world and fate with an arrogance that seems to course through his blood and define his very being. ]

As Zorha read through the information displayed on the system screen, a mix of shock and confusion washed over him.

"I'm inside the game now?"

He muttered to himself.

He looked down at his body, and the redness of his Asura form had disappeared.

He couldn't feel any significant changes in his body.

"Am I a really human now?"

He wondered aloud, though there was no way for him to see what he looked like now.

He dismissed that thought and focused on the information at hand.

"I can't believe I'm now occupying a human named Lu Tang, who died from a foolish act of self-harm."

He said, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Zorha spoke, and he was surprised to find that the person in his head was different from an Asura like him.

He wondered what kind of race that person was.

"Is he human too? Are all humans this peculiar?"

He mumbled to himself.

In the novel, humans were said to be complicated creatures, but the memories of the person in his head did not focus on them too much.

It was as if the person in his head had only shown him the fate of the Asuras.

Suddenly, Zorha decided to focus on being a human and explore this game world.

As his eyes wandered to the background information, he stumbled upon something that added to his confusion.

"Lu Tang came from a family that believed in the power of bloodlines and had a deep desire for a powerful cultivator that could control time would appear in the family."

He mumbled to himself.

"What are cultivators?"

Zorha wondered, but he didn't have much time to think about it.

However, he didn't know where to get information about cultivators.

Reading the next, what surprised Zorha the most was the emotional status listed on the screen.

"The intense jealousy Lu Tang felt towards his younger brother's talent was something that I could sense bubbling within me now that I was in Lu Tang's body."

He said, as he stared at his fingers and wiggled them to check.

"It's such a strange feeling, experiencing someone else's emotions as my own."

He added, shaking his body and examining his ribs.

"It's so light."

He remarked.

All of a sudden, Zorha's face contorted into a scowl as he read the word "brother."

His eyes narrowed and he looked as if he were about to explode.

"I hate brothers."

He spat, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment.

Zorha's envy and jealousy were palpable, like a searing heat emanating from his very being.

His anger was so intense that it threatened to consume everything around him.

As Zorha continued to read through the information, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him.

"The weakness listed on the screen - the cursed blood seething arrogance - was it something that I would have to struggle with?"

He acknowledged.

He wondered if he would be able to overcome it and become the powerful cultivator that Lu Tang's family had dreamed of.

"No, it's impossible."

Zorha muttered to himself, feeling overwhelmed by the challenges he faced in this strange game world.

As he took a deep breath, he reminded himself that he was inside the game and that the cursed arrogance he felt was just a part of the game's design to make him struggle.

Suddenly, a mechanical voice rang in his head again, interrupting his thoughts.

Ding!

Zorha looked up and carefully read the information that appeared before him.

It explained that in this game world, some characters were known as immortal cultivators.

These cultivators practiced a special form of cultivation that allowed them to attain immortality and supernatural powers.

Their path to immortality involved meditation, martial arts, energy cultivation, and the mastery of various spiritual techniques.

In novels, immortal cultivators were often depicted as individuals with extraordinary abilities, such as the power to fly, control elements, and manipulate energy.

They were also known for their unyielding will and unrelenting desire to become stronger, often willing to go to great lengths to achieve their goals.

Furthermore, immortal cultivators were divided into different levels or stages of cultivation, each with its own set of challenges and rewards.

As cultivators progressed through these levels, they gained access to new abilities and became increasingly powerful.

Zorha couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement as he read about the possibilities that lay before him in this game world.

With each level of cultivation, he could gain new abilities and become stronger than he ever thought possible.

Zorha furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Does this mean that immortal cultivators are the same as Asura Devas who are capable of these feats? But...what novels?"

He wondered aloud.

As he stood there lost in thought, a sudden image of a person reading a novel about immortal cultivators appeared in his mind.

Zorha was transfixed by the image, and as he looked at it, all the information about the cultivation world started pouring into his head.

He suddenly knew about the different types of cultivators, the levels of cultivation, the techniques and skills they used, and even the intricate details of the fictional world they inhabited.

Overwhelmed by the rush of information and sensations, Zorha knelt down to the invisible weight of it.

"I've never experienced or read about anything like this before."

He muttered to himself.

Zorha's mind raced with questions.

"Are these humans?"

He wondered aloud. He also realized something intriguing.

"Am I somehow connected to the person who was reading the book?"

"Why could I feel the same excitement and wonder that the reader was experiencing?"

As he stood there lost in thought, Zorha realized that the person in his mind could not sense him.

The person was simply reading the book, and Zorha was experiencing the story as if he were living it himself.

Zorha was amazed by what had just happened.

He didn't know how it was possible, but he knew that he had just been given a glimpse into a whole new world that he never knew existed.

The possibilities were endless, and he was filled with a sense of adventure and curiosity that he had never experienced before.

As Zorha regained his composure, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity.

"I have to learn more about the world of immortal cultivators and the people who inhabit those worlds."

He thought to himself.

He wondered if there was a way he could enter that world for real and experience it firsthand.

The idea filled him with a sense of adventure and possibility.

Zorha felt like he had been given a gift, and he was eager to explore this new world of knowledge that had been opened up to him.

He knew that he had a lot to learn, but he was determined to master the skills and techniques of the immortal cultivators.

Suddenly, Zorha froze as a disturbing thought crossed his mind.

"Wait… isn't this game a cultivation world and I am-"

His face became completely frozen like ice.

Zorha's heart was filled with dread as he realized that he had taken over the body of an arrogant young master from the novels about immortal cultivators.

"Oh shit."

He said.

When Zorha had his first time seeing the person inside his head, he could feel the excitement of the person.

He found himself lost in thought as he pondered the concept of cool villains with sad backstories.

Zorha couldn't help but be drawn to characters who were both menacing and tragic at the same time.

He thought of the infamous villain who had lost everything he had ever loved and had turned to darkness to seek revenge.

He had a tragic backstory that made him all the more relatable, despite his evil intentions.

Zorha also thought of the villain who had been betrayed by those he trusted most, leading him down a path of darkness and destruction.

Despite his nefarious deeds, Zorha couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for the character and his tragic past.

As he continued to think, Zorha realized that the most compelling villains were often those who had suffered the most.

Their pain and suffering had driven them to the edge, making them willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, no matter the cost.

"Why."

Zorha mumbled to himself, his frustration growing with each passing moment.

"Of all the characters in those novels, does it have to be…"

He exclaimed, his voice rising with each word.

"To be…"

"To be…"

Zorha could feel his anger building up inside him, and he continued to shout at the top of his lungs, his frustration boiling over.

"ARROGANT YOUNG MASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!??"

He bellowed, his voice echoing through the virtual world.

As he shouted, warm heat gasses started coming out of his ear, nose, and mouth, and his face turned red with anger.

Zorha screamed and screamed until it almost felt like a thousand years had passed.

But suddenly, another familiar mechanical sound rang in his head, interrupting his outburst.

Ding!

[ Mission: Court Death! ]