Reincarnated With A System In A Cultivation World
Fate is weird. Of all the people in the world, why would it select me to send to a different world? And what is it trying to do? Put up a show by giving me a system? But oh well, what do I care. The previous owner of this body was a cripple and looked down on, but now I can slap their faces with my system. Young masters? Get out of my way! Princes? Geniuses? Oh please. I have a system. That does not mean anything to me. I know that I am not the greatest. But fate gave me a cheat system, and I am not wasting it. I am going to do whatever it takes to conquer this world. Fate forced me to do this. It isn’t my fault if I cause some ruin on the way. Note - In the few months that this has been up, I noticed that many readers complain that the MC is stupid and dumb. That is how he is at the beginning. He is skeptical. He does not believe that he is reincarnated. But as the story progresses, you can see that he develops and adapts. I hope that you can get till there. WPC #254 Bronze Prize Winner Trending All-time monthly Ranking Goal Top 100 = 4 Bonus Chapters at the end of the month Top 50 = 5 Bonus Chapters at the end of the month Top 25 = 10 Bonus Chapters at the end of the month If you like a relatable MC, with a little humor and overpowered stats, as well as a good story line with a little romance, then this is the novel for you. Events will transpire in first person. Support me by voting with powerstones Extra support at - https://www.patreon.com/jdbeue Discord - https://discord.gg/Q9MAzwrS8B
Coronation
Two Days Later,
The Capital was in a different mood that what it was in just a week earlier. The tension was gone.
The reason? Everyone knew that there was a new king in town. The enemies were fended off, and now, there was a new protector of the realm.
And it was someone that they had never heard of before. It wasn't the crown prince that had become the king. It wasn't even someone from the royal family. It was someone else.
It was the son of the dragon princess, according to some. The son of the man who shook the capital decades ago.
But one thing was sure. The throne was safe, for now.
Some were happy, but many were writhing in anger.
Crash!
"You bastards! I asked you one question! ONE QUESTION! It was a simple one. How long does it take to refine the throne. And all of you tole me the exact same thing. It takes a week. And yet, look at what happened!"