Invincible: I Level Up In My Sleep

The Desolate Outpost

The mocking laughter of Prime Minister Zhao and the clanking armor of the treacherous guards vanished instantly. The suffocating weight of the physical world evaporated, replaced by a sudden, jarring sensation of cold wind slicing against skin.

Yan Zheng opened his eyes.

He was no longer sitting on the rough stone throne of Ironcliff. He was standing in a completely different world under a shattered, violet sky. Twin moons, jagged and bleeding a faint emerald light, hung low over a ruined landscape. As far as the eye could see, there were only black, jagged mountains, cracked earth, and the skeletal remains of what looked like a colossal ancient city.

"Where... am I?" Yan Zheng muttered.

The moment he spoke, he froze. His voice didn't sound thin, frail, or raspy anymore. It was a deep, resonant rumble that vibrated right through his chest, sounding like heavy iron grinding against stone.

He looked down at his hands and gasped.

His sickly, pale skin was gone. Instead, his arms were encased in massive, heavy gauntlets forged from a dark, unreflective midnight-steel. He looked at his reflection in a pool of dark, stagnant water nearby. Standing over seven feet tall, he was completely clad in legendary, gothic-style platemail armor. A ragged, tattered black cape flowed behind him, and his eyes burned with a faint, chilling blue flame behind the visor of a menacing helm.

[Host Consciousness successfully synced with Avatar: The Dread Knight.]

The cold, mechanical system voice from before rang in his ears, accompanied by a glowing, translucent blue screen floating right in front of his eyes.

[Sovereign's Crucible System Status]

Host: Yan Zheng

Avatar Class: Dread Knight (Tier 1)

Level: 0 (0/100 EXP)

Real-World Cultivation Realm: Mortal

Strength: 10 (+0)

Agility: 8 (+0)

Vitality: 12 (+0)

Spirit: 5 (+0)

Unallocated Stat Points: 0

Current Inventory: Empty

Active Skills: None

Yan Zheng stared at the interface, his heart racing with sudden, intense excitement. As a hardcore gamer, he understood this immediately. This wasn't just a basic cultivation cheat; it was a god-tier strategy and action RPG interface.

"Dread Knight..." Yan Zheng clenched his massive metal fists, feeling an unbelievable wave of raw, monstrous physical power coursing through his avatar's veins. "So this is my system. But how do I level up?"

As if responding to his thoughts, a sharp ping echoed in his mind.

[Tutorial Quest Triggered: Cleansing the Outpost Gates.]

Objective: Defeat 10 Corrupted Ghouls invading the perimeter.

Rewards: 100 EXP, 5 Silver Coins, 1x Random Tier 1 Equipment Drop.

Failure Penalty: Forced ejection from the Sleep-State. (Note: Time dilation is active. 8 hours in the Crucible equals 1 hour in the real world.)

A low, guttural growl tore through the silence of the wasteland, cutting off his thoughts.

Yan Zheng turned his head toward a set of crumbling, monumental stone arches just fifty paces away. Out from the shadows of the ruins, a creature crawled into the pale emerald moonlight. It was human-shaped but horribly mutated, its skin a sickening shade of rotten grey, stretched tightly over exposed ribs. Its fingers ended in long, jagged yellow claws, and dark, corrupted blood dripped from its jaw.

[Target: Corrupted Ghoul]

Level: 1

Threat Level: Very Low

Before Yan Zheng could even process the horror of the monster, three more crawled out from the rubble, their milky-white eyes locking onto his towering figure. With a chaotic, high-pitched screech, they sprinted toward him, their claws tearing up the dead earth.

In his previous life, Yan Zheng would have run for his life. But right now, looking at the approaching monsters, his battle instincts as a Dread Knight completely took over. There was no fear—only a cold, absolute urge to crush them.

He reached down to his hip instinctively. Hanging there was a massive, heavy iron broadsword, its blade broad enough to be used as a shield. He gripped the hilt with one hand, drawing it effortlessly. The cold steel whistled through the air.

"Come then," Yan Zheng rumbled behind his visor.

The first Ghoul leaped through the air, its jaws wide open, aiming directly for his throat.

Yan Zheng didn't even bother to dodge. He stepped into the attack, bringing his massive iron-clad left forearm up.

CRACK!

The Ghoul slammed into his arm. Its sharp claws scraped uselessly against the midnight-steel plate armor, leaving barely a scratch. With a cold snort, Yan Zheng swung his broadsword in a brutal, horizontal arc.

The heavy blade cleaved through the air with terrifying velocity.

Puff!

The sword cut cleanly through the creature's waist, splitting it entirely in two. Black, corrupted fluid sprayed across the dead grass as the two halves of the Ghoul fell to the ground, twitching before dissolving into dust.

[You have slain a Corrupted Ghoul! Gained 10 EXP.]

"So weak!" Yan Zheng’s eyes flashed with a brilliant blue flame.

The remaining three Ghouls reached him simultaneously, clawing furiously at his legs and waist. The pure physical force of their impacts barely made Yan Zheng budge. His Vitality stat was far too high for these entry-level monsters.

With a brutal stomp of his heavy armored boot, he crushed the skull of one Ghoul into the dirt, instantly killing it. He then brought his broadsword down in a devastating vertical chop, splitting another right down the middle, before spinning on his heel to backhand the last one, sending it flying ten meters into a stone wall where it shattered into dust.

[You have slain a Corrupted Ghoul! Gained 10 EXP.]

[You have slain a Corrupted Ghoul! Gained 10 EXP.]

[You have slain a Corrupted Ghoul! Gained 10 EXP.]

The sheer rush of power was incredibly addictive. Yan Zheng didn't wait for the rest to find him; he gripped his heavy sword and charged straight into the crumbling stone arches, hunting down the remaining six Ghouls.

Within less than ten minutes, the entire perimeter was cleared. The final Ghoul disintegrated under his blade, and the system notifications began to flash rapidly across his vision.

[Tutorial Quest Completed!]

[Gained 100 EXP! You have leveled up!]

[Current Level: 1 (10/200 EXP)]

[Gained +2 Unallocated Stat Points.]

[Gained 5 Silver Coins.]

[Bonus Reward Unlocked: Tier 1 Equipment Drop... Processing...]

[You have received: 1x Elixir of Lesser Rejuvenation (Tier 1 Trash-Grade Consumable).]

A small, crystalline vial filled with a glowing, pale blue liquid materialized out of thin air and floated gently down into Yan Zheng's heavy gauntlet.

[Elixir of Lesser Rejuvenation]

Effect: Instantly heals minor internal and external physical injuries, cleanses standard bodily toxins, and permanently strengthens the consumer's physical foundation if they are below the Qi Refinement Realm.

Note: Can be brought back to the real world.

Yan Zheng stared at the description, his breathing turning shallow inside his helmet. "Permanently strengthens the physical foundation? Cleanses toxins? This... this is exactly what my real-world trash body needs!"

He didn't hesitate. He opened his system attribute screen and looked at the 2 unallocated stat points he had just earned. He poured both of them directly into Strength, watching his base Strength stat jump from 10 to 12.

Instantly, a profound, warm current of energy surged through his avatar's body, making him feel even more dense and powerful than before.

Suddenly, the shattered violet sky above him began to blur. The green moons flickered like a dying lightbulb, and the ground beneath his armored boots felt unstable, like melting ice.

[Warning: The Host's real-world body is experiencing extreme external stimulus. Forced awakening sequence initiated.]

[Crucible Syncing Paused. Remaining Sleep-State time: 7 hours. Current inventory items will be transferred to the Host's physical hand upon awakening.]

"Wait, already?" Yan Zheng growled, his vision turning completely white.

The real world was calling. Prime Minister Zhao and his executioners were still waiting in the throne room. But as Yan Zheng’s consciousness was violently pulled back into reality, he didn't feel a single shred of the panic he had felt ten minutes ago.

His eyes snapped open.

He was back on the rough, cold stone throne of Ironcliff. The dim torchlight flickered against the damp walls. In front of him, the two corrupt royal guards were just reaching Fan Changyu, their iron swords raised to strike her down.

And in Yan Zheng’s right hand, hidden beneath the heavy, oversized sleeves of his royal robes, was a cold, solid object—a small, crystalline vial filled with glowing blue liquid.

He smiled, a dark, dangerous look flashing across his pale face.

The trash prince was gone. The Sovereign had returned.