“Hurry up and bury him. Make sure no one finds out. If they do, it’ll bring us trouble.”
“Heh, Zabdiel Anderson, that good-for-nothing, got what he deserved. Who told him to cross Young Master Maverick? This was bound to happen.”
The sound of digging echoed faintly.
Zabdiel Anderson slowly came to. His head throbbed as a flood of unfamiliar memories surged through his mind—so much it nearly burst.
What the hell? I… transmigrated? I’m the useless young master of the Andersons in Vaxi Kingdom?
His mind was foggy. Last thing he remembered, he was playing games at an internet café, using his computer to charge his phone. Then came the electric shock. And now, here he was.
Fine, transmigration it is. But this situation? A mess.
From the memories, Zabdiel learned his current life was on the rocks. His father used to be the clan head but disappeared a year ago. His uncle, now acting clan master, took control.
Zabdiel had once been a prodigy blessed with the Great Sun Vajra bloodline. But the day after his father vanished, someone crippled his dantian, stripped his cultivation, and stole his bloodline. His grandfather, the only one who valued him, shut himself away in seclusion.
Now? He was just trash.
Earlier that day, he stood up for his sister and clashed with Maverick, his cousin—the acting clan head’s son. Got slapped hard enough to nearly die. And now, they were about to dump him in a pit like dead meat.
Damn it. I just transmigrated and I'm already dying? What kind of cruel joke is this?
His killers were three of Maverick’s loyal lackeys. None of them top-tier, but even the weakest was a first-rank warrior. One was at rank two. With his broken body, any one of them could finish him easily.
Zabdiel held his breath, still as death. If they found out he was still alive, they’d definitely make sure he wasn’t.
“Ugh.”
His arm itched. He reflexively smacked it.
“Ding!”
“Congratulations, player. Killed one ant. Gained 1 EXP. Current EXP: 1. Would you like to activate the Super Overlord System?”
A crisp voice rang out.
Then, a golden icon appeared in his mind, just like a game item. Zabdiel instinctively focused his thoughts on it.
“Ding!”
“Congratulations, host. Super Overlord System activated. View character stats now?”
“Yes.”
A panel popped into his head.
Player: Zabdiel Anderson
Level: 0
True Qi: 0
Cultivation Method: Purple Qi TechniqueMartial Skills: None
Divine Powers: None
Charm Value: 0
Luck: 0
Is this a game system?
Right now, Zabdiel Anderson wanted to burst out laughing. He might not know anything about cultivation, but when it came to games—he was a pro among pros.
His dantian wrecked and bloodline crippled? Didn't matter. With a system in hand, he'd show them what domination meant. What slaughter really looked like.
Just moments ago, fighting for his life, Zabdiel now felt completely at ease. With the system, he was untouchable.
First thing’s first—leveling up. He was currently Level 0, which meant zero combat power. Worse, his health bar was nearly empty and dropping fast. But as long as he leveled up, everything would be restored.
He needed 100 EXP to reach Level 1. For Zabdiel, that just meant killing 100 ants. Slaughtering people wasn’t an option yet—but ants? Piece of cake.
Looking down at the ants crawling on him, Zabdiel couldn't be happier. These tiny things were his stepping stones.
Kill. Kill. Kill.
“Congratulations, Player Zabdiel Anderson has killed an ant, +1 EXP…”
…
Finally, after swatting a hundred ants—
Ding!
“Congratulations, Player Zabdiel Anderson has leveled up. Current level: Martial Initiate – Tier 1…”
A surge of heat exploded through his body, pure force flooding every inch of him. For the first time, Zabdiel felt real power coursing in his veins. He almost couldn’t help but groan out loud.
“Player has leveled up. Would you like to claim the Beginner’s Gift Pack?”
Just like in a real game—there was a beginner’s pack! Hell yeah. Those packs were always stacked.
“Yes!”
“Congratulations, Player has received: Snowdrinker Blade…”
“Congratulations, all secondary profession levels +1…”
“Congratulations, acquired Secret Manual: Arhat Fist—cultivate now?”
“Damn, this gift pack’s stacked!” Zabdiel grinned wide.
He checked the stats of his new weapon.
Snowdrinker Blade
Grade: Heaven
Description: Passed down in the Nie family from the world of “The Storm Dominates the Realm.” Blade is 3.7 feet long, forged from the remaining fragment of Nuwa’s sky-mending stone “White Dew.”
Grants +50% frost power. With compatible technique, boosts frost power by 300%.
Attack Power: +20
That’s nuts! Zabdiel was thrilled. With this blade, at least his little life was safe now.
He stored the blade in the system inventory and immediately started cultivating the Arhat Fist.
Ding!
“Congratulations, Player Zabdiel Anderson has successfully cultivated Arhat Fist. Current mastery: Beginner.”