Rebirth??

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"Any last words?"

"None," the heavily wounded man said in a plain tone, closing his eyes peacefully.

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On the cliff's edge stood a lush green tree, its branches reaching out against the sky. Beneath the cliff, a long stream of river crashed on the rocks. A short distance away from the tree, a young man stood in a daze, his eyes looking lifeless as if he were just an empty shell with no soul.

The young man possessed pale red eyes, jet black hair like midnight ravens, and rosy lips resembling those of a woman's. His face had a sharp jawline with a feminine touch, adorned with a mole beneath his chin and two moles on his neck.

Snapping out of his daze, the young man hurriedly looked around, as if searching for something. With each moment, his movements became slower, and his eyelids drooped in disappointment.

"The young man then checked himself. "No soul power," he muttered to himself. "It seems that only my consciousness got transferred to the past. Have I traveled through the river of time, or was it that the world as a whole restarted?" He pondered but couldn't quite come up with an answer himself.

Then, the young man squinted at the virtual screen, which so conveniently only he could see. "Explain," he demanded in a deep authoritative voice laced with a hint of bloodlust.

[ "Sorry, I cannot fulfill your wish,"] the system responded.

The young man frowned slightly, squinting his eyes. "But you promised you would send me home after I am done with your game. And first of all, wasn't I just a replacement? Then why won't you send me home? It's my only wish," the young man said through gritted teeth and with a hint of pleading in his tone.

[ "You will know when the time comes. It's not the right time. You will understand it all, your fate, your purpose—" ]

As the system was about to continue, its words got cut off by an angry roar from the young man. "Just shut up! I don't want to hear any pointless rambling about fate. Fate this, fate that," he shouted and punched the tree in anger, but the tree didn't break; instead, it was his hand that got hurt.

"Tsk, I forgot. I don't possess the strength that I used to have," he muttered in annoyance.

"At least give me some leeway and don't force me to do things against my will this time," the young man demanded.

[ "No, you don't have to do things against your will this time," ]the system assured him.

Getting a positive reply from the system, the young man nodded with a hint of appreciation. "Well, that's good. I don't have to go through that annoying situation. Well, all said and done, it seems I have to look for a way home myself, cause you're just having fun toying with me, aren't you?" the young man chuckled.

Well, let's bury him first. He shifted his gaze and looked at the lifeless body that possessed or looked similar to himself with a very minute difference.

After burying the body and taking essentials like a mobile phone, he sat in the car and said to himself, "It feels awkward driving a car after such a long time." With that, he started the car and set off.

"That's right, he wasn't from this world; he was originally a resident of Earth and had been transmigrated with his whole body. And of course, he had a system. The system informed him that he had to live life according to the life trajectory of '' Leng Feng'',who had passed away. Upon completing '' Leng Feng's '' life trajectory, he could choose to return to Earth or stay where he was with the powers he would have attained by then."

He complied and was secretly happy. He also got to know that the world he was in was an urban world, where learning martial arts and possessing strength to destroy a giant boulder with ease was possible.

He also learned that he would be able to cultivate in the future, like those immortal cultivators who destroy suns and moons with a swing of their sword, dry up rivers with a blow of wind, and shatter mountains with just their fists.

According to the novels he had read in his previous life, he thought that he would eventually rule everything and slap the faces of enemies he encountered left and right. But he didn't get to slap any faces; instead, he got slapped on the face by reality.

The system he got was the worst of all the systems he had read about in the novels of his previous life. Except for giving out orders on what to do and answering barely any questions, it gave him literally nothing – no cheats, no OP cultivation technique, no cultivation base, no miracle medicine.

He had to do everything by himself, and he even had many near-death experiences during his journey.

Yet, he complied with all the terms and followed the life trajectory of '' Leng Feng'' and died in the end. He thought that he could go back to Earth where he came from, yet the system played a joke on him by actually rebirthing him at the time of his transmigration.

It's not like he didn't have any "gold finger," so to say, but it was in its nascent form and was not usable even at the end of his life.

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''Dragon city''

''One night club ''

Leng Feng parked the car outside and entered the club, muttering to himself, "One night club, huh? The name itself sounds shady." Suddenly, he grabbed his head and groaned. "It's not like I have any other choice. My head fucking hurts, ugh."

"Why is my head hurting like hell, though? I even got into many near-accident situations while driving," Leng Feng complained.

[ "It's because of rebir—"]

"I know I'm not dumb," Leng Feng cut off the system before it could even finish speaking. He ordered a vodka from the bartender and drank it peacefully on the side, making plans for himself on what to do next.

He remembered a few people who were practically responsible for his death and thought, "I should avoid getting in contact with them. It will be of no use and it will even be harmful." The original ''Leng Feng'' had a complicated past, being driven out of the house by his sister and finding out he was adopted. Just when he was at the lowest point of his life, his so-called fiance broke off the marriage. Dealing with all of this, the original '' Leng Feng '' chose to go to a secluded place to calm and freshen his mind, yet who knew he would die there.

He died because his physique consumed his vitality to activate. Physiques are a gift from heaven to certain individuals; the people who possess unique physiques can cultivate faster compared to other cultivators. But sadly, to activate a physique, you need to cultivate; otherwise, the physique will devour the vitality of the individual to activate. And on this planet, there is no way to cultivate; it's basically impossible.

Leng Feng thought of a certain individual and said, "Even he wasn't able to cultivate, let alone the previous ''Leng Feng'', who basically didn't even know the letter 'C' of cultivation."

Leng Feng can sympathize with his predecessor, but he'll never truly grasp the depth of pain and regret his predecessor experienced before dying. People are similar in that regard; while you can sympathize, you can never fully understand someone else's pain unless you've personally experienced a similar situation."

Leng Feng's chain of thoughts was broken as someone patted him on the back. He frowned and turned his head to look. He saw a bald man with a foolish smile on his face looking at him. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man with a questioning gaze.

And after he heard what the bald man said, his eyes widened, and he was dumbfounded.