Infinite Cultivator: Reborn with My Cheat System

Give it to me right now."

Bang!

A fist collided with his jaw. The force snapped his head to the side. His feet tangled together and he plummeted backward. The back of his skull connected with a jagged garden stone with a sickening crack. Darkness swallowed him in an instant.

“Wait. That is not right.”

He gasped for air and rolled onto his side. Bile rose in his throat and spilled onto the cold dirt. He clutched his chest while his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. His skull throbbed with a blinding intensity.

“I was in my car, I was driving home.”

The memory of the blinding headlights burned in his mind. The freight truck crossed the median and crushed the hood of his sedan. Metal tore and glass exploded inward. He remembered the distinct feeling of his bone snapping against the steering wheel. He had just finished compiling the final version of his game hack.

He dragged a hand across his face. It came away slick with warm blood. He stared at his fingers in deep confusion. They were too thin. They lacked the familiar calluses he built from years of relentless typing. These were the hands of a stranger.

"Get up." The voice belonged to a boy. It dripped with venom. "I do not care if you die. You are not escaping this."

A hand clamped onto his collar and hauled him upward. He stumbled and tried to find his footing. His vision swam as he focused on the speaker. A teenager glared back at him. The boy wore rich blue silk and an intricate jade hairpiece.

"Where is the vault key?" The boy shook him hard. "Your mother is dead. She cannot protect you anymore. Hand it over."

"Who are you?" He forced the words out. His throat felt like sandpaper.

"Stop faking." The boy pulled a fist back. "Do not play games with me."

The fist flew toward his face. Instinct took over. He raised his left arm and deflected the clumsy strike. He pivoted on his heel and drove his right fist into the boy's stomach. The impact jarred his knuckles.

The boy gasped and stumbled backward. He clutched his midsection with wide eyes. A look of shock painted the teenager's face.

He looked down at his own hands again. He examined the embroidered sleeves of his coarse grey robe. He looked past the boy and saw a sprawling courtyard. Curving tile roofs stretched toward the sky. Ancient willow trees swayed in the gentle breeze.

“This is not a hospital.”

Memories cascaded into his mind like a broken dam. They were not his own. The name Lu Chen echoed in his thoughts. He remembered a frail woman coughing blood in a drafty pavilion. He remembered years of quiet suffering in this very compound. He was the eldest son of the Lu Family but he possessed no talent for martial arts.

“Where am I? I died…and reincarnated?”

He had only read superstitions like that in novels

They are not real, they can't be.

He took a shaky breath trying to come up with a valid explanation. He died in that car crash, yet here he was, standing in another world. He inhabited the body of a discarded heir. The original Lu Chen just died from hitting his head on that stone.

"Lu Feng." A woman's voice cut through the courtyard.

He turned and watched a woman sweep into the garden. She wore extravagant crimson robes laced with gold thread. Four servants trailed behind her with their heads bowed in submission. Her face was painted with immaculate makeup.

"Mother." Lu Feng pointed a shaking finger at him. "He hit me. The trash fought back."

Lady Mei rushed to her son. She checked his stomach and smoothed his silk robes. Her eyes hardened as she turned her gaze toward him. She looked at him the way one looks at a diseased rat in the street.

"You dare strike your brother?" Lady Mei took a step forward. "Your beggar of a mother died yesterday and you think you have grown a spine?"

"He attacked me first." He kept his voice level. Panic bubbled in his chest instinctively but he forced it down. He needed to understand the rules of this place. "I defended myself."

Lady Mei scoffed. "Defended yourself? You are a stain on the Lu family name. Your mother was a commoner who tricked her way into this estate. Now she is rotting in the ground where she belongs."

The borrowed memories flared with intense grief. The pain of a broken heart mixed with the throbbing in his skull. The original Lu Chen loved that woman. She starved herself to make sure he had portions of rice. She sold her meager jewelry to buy his medicine.

"Her body is still warm in the funeral hall." The words slipped out before he could stop them. The residual emotions of the original owner possessed him. He stepped forward and clenched his fists.

"She does not deserve a hall." Lu Feng sneered. "She deserves a ditch. She coughed up her lungs for three years. We could hear her wheezing from the main compound. It ruined my meditation."

"You denied her medicine." The borrowed memories provided the tragic context as they fell out of his mouth almost unwillingly. "You took the stipend meant for her healers."

"I needed spirit pills to advance to the third stage of Qi Condensation." Lu Feng puffed out his chest. "Resources are for the strong. Not for dying strays."

"Your existence is an insult to my marriage." Lady Mei stated coldly. "The Patriarch took her in out of pity. He gave you his name out of obligation. Do you think you belong here? You have no spiritual roots. You cannot cultivate."

He processed the terms. Qi Condensation. Spiritual roots. Cultivation. The genre tropes clicked into place in his mind. He was in a Xianxia world. Power was absolute. He was a cripple.

He finally understood, He had died! All his life's work, gone. He's only left with the peasant life of a degraded orphan.

Grief mixed with the pain in his current body

“If this is my life now, I'll live it to the fullest” he promised himself

"Give me the pendant." Lu Feng demanded. "The one she gave you. It holds the rights to the northern apothecary. Hand it over and I will let you live in the servant quarters."

"Go to hell." He spat a glob of blood onto the stones. He locked eyes with the boy.

Lu Feng straightened up. His face twisted into a snarl. "You piece of garbage."

The air around Lu Feng seemed to ripple. A faint blue aura coated the boy's hands. The temperature in the courtyard dropped a few degrees. He took a stance that screamed disciplined martial arts training.

‘What is that glow? That is not normal.’

He did not have time to process the strange phenomenon. Lu Feng closed the distance in a fraction of a second. The speed was unnatural. He could not even track the movement with his eyes.

The boy thrust his palm forward. The strike bypassed his clumsy guard.

The blue glowing palm slammed into the center of his chest.

The impact felt like getting hit by the truck all over again. A shockwave ripped through his organs. His feet left the ground. He flew backward and crashed into the thick wooden pillar of the pavilion.

Wood splintered behind him. He collapsed onto the flagstones. Blood erupted from his mouth and splashed across his grey robes. He tried to draw a breath but his lungs refused to expand. Panic set in. He clawed at his own throat. He rolled onto his stomach and wheezed violently. Oxygen finally pierced his airways but every breath felt like inhaling broken glass. Every nerve in his body screamed in agony.

"Lu Feng." Lady Mei spoke with mild amusement. "Do not kill him yet. We need the deed."

Lu Feng walked over and stood above him. The boy kicked him in the ribs. Bone fractured under the heavy force.

He curled into a ball. He could not fight back against that unnatural strength. The blue glow violated every law of physics he knew. He was a modern man trapped in a world of superhuman monsters.

Lu Feng kicked him again. This time the boot caught him in the jaw. The world faded to a blur of pain. His ears rang loudly.

"He will not talk." Lu Feng turned to Lady Mei. "Let me break his legs. He will hand it over then."

"Leave him." Lady Mei adjusted her crimson sleeves. "He is bleeding out. Let him reflect on his position. If he survives the night we will search his quarters. The trinket cannot be far. Your father returns in three days and I want this matter settled before then."

"You are lucky." Lu Feng spat on him. "Enjoy your final hours. Nobody will mourn you."

The mother and son turned and walked away. Their servants followed in absolute silence. They left him crumpled in a pool of his own blood.

He stared at the sky. The sunlight felt cold on his skin. His vision tunneled into a narrow corridor of grey.

He tried to move his arm but It refused to obey. His internal organs felt like ruptured water balloons. He was fading fast. The injustice of it burned hotter than his wounds. They murdered the original owner of this body. Now they were murdering him too.

He thought about his old life. He spent years writing code and building systems. He manipulated virtual worlds to his whim. He broke secure servers and rewrote digital laws. Now he was a powerless victim in a brutal reality.

He closed his eyes. He waited for the final curtain to drop.

A sharp chime echoed in his mind. It sounded exactly like his desktop notification bell.

He snapped his eyes open. A translucent blue screen hovered a few inches from his face. Lines of familiar green text scrolled across the digital window.

[System Boot Sequence Initiated]

[Host Vital Signs Critical]

[Deploying Emergency Protocols]

He stared at the floating words. The syntax matched his exact coding style. He recognized the specific string of variables. He wrote them hours before the truck hit his car.

[Scanning biological vessel]

[Meridian network shattered]

[Spiritual roots absent]

[Bypassing local reality constraints]

[Initializing root access overwrite]

He recognized the bypass logic. It was his exact workaround for server side anti-cheat software. He was not just hallucinating.

[Titan Engine Online]

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