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[Not dropped. My contract got rejected cuz this genre not too popular today, so I'll start with other novel and build my fanbase first.] What is Cultivation? Is it a way for gain immortality? For gain power? Or for dominate the entire world? Maybe all of that was wrong. Maybe all of that was right. But, what if you couldn't cultivate? What if you can't find Spiritual Energy? What you would do? Zen, a Fifth Realm Cultivator who died once because of his Dao companion betrayal, face that situation. He reincarnated as Zombie in a fantasy-apocalypse world, which, for some reason, don't have Spiritual Energy. Zen decided to temper his own new cultivation way. How does Zen's fight for seeking way of cultivation in this new world as a Zombie? This is a story of Zen, a Cultivator once feared as The Crow, until him obtain the Throne of Magus Immortal. *** -Cover is mine. -I draw and edit it.
Red color of blood covering the snow ground.
The wind of a snowstorm blew past a silent caravan.
The horses on the carriage had long been lying dead or had fled, while the caravan owners were now lying lifeless in pools of blood on the cold snow.
In between the snowstorm's creepy harmony, the sound of crying can be heard.
An 8-year-old girl was crying.
Her jet-black hair is very smooth and beautiful, while her skin is blushing.
For a little girl, she was very beautiful.
However, at this moment, her beautiful face was filled with tears and snot.
The girl was crying.
She cried even if the cold air pierced her thin skin.
She cried even if the snow started to accumulate on her back.
Without caring about anything, she continued to cry.
That was how heavy the sadness the girl felt.
The girl's body was covered in blood, but it wasn't hers.
A woman's body lay limp in the little girl's arms.
The woman, whom she had once known as her mother, had died at the hands of bandits.
Her mother died instantly, in front of her, while she could only crying and screaming for mercy.
The sound of footsteps was heard approaching the little girl.
A man with blonde hair; which is rarely found on this continent, comes closer.
His blue eyes stared at the little girl's sad face with pity.
In the man's hand, a sword stained with a thick red liquid could be seen.
Getting rid of the red liquid on the blade of his sword, the man sheathed his sword.
He walked up to the girl.
He squatted down in front of the little girl who was still crying.
Taking a deep breath, the man put on his best smile.
"Little girl," the man called.
"I've killed the bandits who attacked your family."
Even though the man spoke, the little girl was still crying without caring about the man's whereabouts at all.
"However, you're now alone."
"Without adults, your life will definitely be difficult later."
In fact, the man was even sure that if he allowed the girl to keep crying in the middle of a snowstorm like now, this little life would definitely end at that very moment.
Therefore...
"So..."
Although the man didn't really like the prospect of bringing another life under his responsibility...
Although this girl would probably only survive for a short 100 years...
"Will you come with me?"
The man decided to accept this little girl as his disciple.
As the saying goes, no one can accurately predict the future.
A pile of dirt that you consider smelly and disgusting may in the future be considered something worth gold.
Someone you now consider useless and only a burden figure in the way, maybe, in the future, be able to help you.
With that mindset, Zen, who was feared in the cultivation world with the nickname "The Crow", took a little girl who had lost her family as his first... And last disciple.
