2026-06-08 15:01:14Lowgate District, Ironveil City — Ironveil Kingdom
"Sorry, Dorian, we're just not right for each other. Give it up already!"
"Lyra, I've been there for you every step of the way these past few years—attentive, devoted. If you didn't like me, why did you let me keep doting on you?"
"Pfft, don't flatter yourself. I just enjoyed being worshipped, that's all. Three years at the academy, and you're still stuck at the early stage of One-Star cultivation. Pathetic! You'll never amount to anything—just a worthless loser for life!"
"What do you even matter? You were nothing more than my worst backup option!"
"Ah—Dorian! What the hell are you doing?! You bastard, don't you dare run!!"
"......"
A cacophony of voices, shrill and chaotic like sparrows squabbling, jolted Dorian awake.
He bolted upright in bed, his eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings.
Fragmented memories surged into his mind like a flood, and as they pieced themselves together, a flicker of astonishment crossed his face.
"Did I... just transmigrate?"
He had crossed over to the Aethermoor Continent—a world where strength reigned supreme.
Unlike his past life, this world operated on a structured cultivation system.
Martial artists progressed from One-Star to Nine-Star, and after tempering their bones, they could reach the Postnatal Realm.
From Dorian's memories, even a Three-Star martial artist possessed the raw power to tear apart tigers and leopards barehanded. As for those in the Postnatal Realm? A single palm strike could shatter a small mountain from a distance!
Rumors spoke of an even more legendary realm beyond that—the Innate Realm. Those who reached such heights could soar through the skies, shift mountains, and part oceans, wielding power akin to immortals!
Dorian's eyes lit up with excitement!
In his previous life in Valdris, he had been a martial arts fanatic, utterly obsessed with combat techniques. At just twelve years old, he had climbed Mount Ashenveil to seek out a master and train. By eighteen, he had mastered his skills and descended the mountain to challenge fighters far and wide—emerging undefeated in every battle! Through constant combat, he refined his techniques, broke through his limits, and grew stronger, eventually becoming unrivaled across the land. In his homeland, he was revered as the Grandmaster of Combat, the undisputed number one.
He had resigned himself to a life of lonely supremacy, with no worthy opponents left to face—until fate intervened, sweeping him up in the tide of transmigration! Now, he found himself in the Aethermoor Continent, a world teeming with formidable warriors. Was this destiny's way of pushing him toward new martial heights?!
But then—
A flood of memories crashed into his mind like a bucket of ice water, dousing his enthusiasm. The body he now inhabited also bore the name Dorian Ash, but this version was a mere collateral descendant of the Ash Clan in Ironveil City, the capital of the Ironveil Kingdom. His parents were ordinary folk, managing a small family-owned grocery store with meager earnings.
Worse still, this Dorian Ash was infamous in Ironveil City's Duskfall Academy as the ultimate loser. After nearly three years of training, his cultivation level still lingered pathetically at the initial stage of One-Star Warrior, while most of his peers had already broken through to Two-Star. Mocked and looked down upon daily, he had mustered the courage to confess his feelings to the girl he'd adored for three years—only to suffer a soul-crushing rejection.
In a fit of rage, he had kicked her in the backside—sealing his reputation as both a failure and a fool.
He then stormed out of the academy, locked himself in his rented room outside the campus, drowned himself in alcohol day and night, and ultimately died suddenly!
"Ah, what was the point?"
Dorian shook his head faintly, his expression indifferent.
A simp to the end—truly left with nothing.
Then, as Dorian realized he had inherited this utterly useless body, a hint of exasperation flickered across his stern face. He frowned and muttered,
"If I remember right, these next few days, martial academies from across the Ironveil Kingdom will be sending recruiters to local institutions. With this pathetic physique, I probably wouldn't even qualify for the weakest one!"
"If I can't even get into a martial academy, how can I pursue the martial path? Let alone reach its pinnacle!"
Beep!
"System scan complete. Integration in progress..."
"Beep beep!"
"System scan complete. Integration in progress!"
"Beep beep! Void Absorption System successfully integrated. Attribute panel generated!"
"Beep beep! Newbie bonus—300 enhancement points awarded!"
Suddenly, a robotic voice echoed in Dorian's mind, followed by the appearance of a holographic attribute panel before his inner vision.
[Host]: Dorian Ash
[Cultivation Level]: Initial Stage, One-Star
[Lottery]: 100 points per draw
[Storage Space]: 1 cubic meter
Huh?
A system?!
At this sight, Dorian's heart skipped a beat.
Even his usually impassive face couldn't help but betray a flicker of excitement.
As someone who had lived in Valdris in his past life, he naturally knew exactly what a "system" was.
The perks of being a transmigrator had finally arrived!
A void absorption system?
Dorian arched an eyebrow slightly and asked coolly, "System, what functions do you have?"
No response.
He tried a few more questions, but still, there was nothing.
"Guess I'll have to figure it out myself," he muttered, frowning.
Now that he was awake, Dorian instinctively tried to get out of bed.
The moment his hands pressed against the wooden bed frame—
Beep!
Ordinary wooden bed detected — Absorption yields 0 enhancement points. Proceed?
The prompt in his mind gave him a vague idea of how this system worked.
Eager to test his theory...
Dorian got out of bed and walked over to a wooden table, placing his hand on its surface.
Beep! Ordinary wooden table detected. Absorption will yield 0 enhancement points. Proceed with absorption?
Just as expected!
The system's prompt had appeared again!
After conducting various tests, Dorian concluded that the system's voice only activated when his hand made direct contact with an object's surface.
This discovery sent a jolt of excitement through him!
However, none of the items in his room provided enhancement points when absorbed. Was it because they were all too ordinary?
At that moment!
His gaze fell upon the attribute interface.
Hmm? 300 enhancement points? It seemed the system had gifted them as a starting bonus.
And these points could even be used for a lottery draw?
Wait a minute...
Why were there '+' signs next to both his cultivation level and storage space?
Almost instinctively, Dorian tapped the '+' sign beside his cultivation level.
Beep!
"Cultivation level upgraded to One-Star Warrior mid-stage. Enhancement points deducted: 100."
A surge of scorching energy coursed through his veins in an instant!
Dorian could distinctly feel his power level skyrocketing.
Hell yeah!
His eyes sparkled with excitement.
This was just like leveling up in a game!
Which meant—as long as he had enough enhancement points, even if his talent was utter garbage, his cultivation could still skyrocket like a damn rocket!
Heart pounding with anticipation, Dorian tapped the '+' symbol behind his cultivation level again.
Beep! Beep!
"Insufficient enhancement points. Unable to upgrade cultivation."
A quick glance confirmed he still had 200 points left.
Not enough, huh...
Oh well. No point forcing it.
At least 200 points meant two spins at the prize wheel!
Dorian shifted his focus to the [Prize Draw] option.
After a moment of contemplation, using the enhancement points on the lottery seemed like the most cost-effective choice right now.
After all, he couldn't level up at the moment, and expanding his storage space wasn't a priority either!
But if he could win some cultivation techniques or martial skills from the lottery—wouldn't that be a jackpot?
Without hesitation, Dorian tentatively chanted in his mind:
Initiate lottery.
"Beep!"
"100 enhancement points deducted. Lottery initiated."
"Congratulations, Host. You've won... absolutely nothing."
Dorian: "..."
What was there to congratulate if he got nothing?
Grimacing, he frowned and unwillingly chanted again:
Initiate lottery!
This time, he had to get something—anything would do!
"Beep!"
"100 enhancement points deducted. Lottery initiated."
"Congratulations, Host! You've drawn the martial arts manual — Nine Solar Sovereign Art!"
Enhancement points remaining: 0.
Thud!
A blue-bound manual landed squarely in Dorian's palm.
A cultivation technique?!
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One by one, they leapt to their feet, rushing toward Dorian in a clamor of competing offers."Dorian Ash, is it? I'm the enrollment officer from Ironwall Martial Academy. We would be absolutely thrilled to have you join us —""Dorian, I represent Goldleaf Martial Academy from Ashenveil City. Though it's a bit farther from Ironveil City, if you're willing to come, I can personally request additional rewards from the academy!""That's right, Dorian! Name your terms — whatever you want, we will do our best to meet your demands if you choose our academy!""Dorian, let's be honest — Stormcrest Martial Academy is prestigious, no doubt. But it's packed with geniuses, the competition is cutthroat, and the pressure would crush most people. Why not consider Emberfield Martial Academy instead?"The enrollment officers served as representatives of their respective martial academies, scouting talented new disciples from local training schools across the region.Recruiting exceptional students mean
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As a late-stage Two-Star martial prodigy, Warren's explosive power in his rage had far surpassed the maximum strength recorded in the assessment — reaching a staggering 1,200 pounds of force!With a grip like that, even solid hardwood would snap instantly — let alone the fragile human throat.Warren was beyond furious.Being repeatedly looked down upon by someone he considered worthless was something his pride simply could not tolerate.Though he wouldn't dare kill Dorian outright in this setting, he was determined to cripple him beyond recovery — ensuring this nobody could never even dream of becoming a true martial artist."Incredible!"Below the platform, hundreds of third-year students watching the confrontation gasped in shock.That speed, that power — most of them wouldn't stand a chance if they were up there. Dorian seemed as good as finished.On the high platform, the recruitment officers from various martial academies, Dean Aldren, the vice deans, and Elder Harwick — all watc
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The group exchanged bewildered glances, the absurdity of the situation sinking in.Warren's sneer froze on his lips.Lyra's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, as if she couldn't trust her own ears.Up on the high platform, the thirty-two recruitment officers from martial academies across the kingdom exchanged looks, each seeing a flicker of astonishment in the others' eyes.At first glance, that young man had seemed utterly unremarkable, and rumors of his expulsion as a poor student had made them dismiss him outright.But this result — how could it be so extraordinary?!They were all well aware of the unspoken rules of the academy's assessments. In other words, that young man named Dorian Ash was nothing short of a genuine prodigy!Let it be known —These recruitment officers had years, some even over a decade, of experience under their belts. They had assessed countless students, yet —Those who achieved a perfect score were rarer than one in a hundred!Incredible!To think that in
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On the high platform, Dean Aldren had initially believed that given his prestigious position in the academy and the sheer authority in his furious reprimand, Dorian — the weak and cowardly underdog — would be trembling in fear, too intimidated to resist, and would simply slink away in disgrace.But!Instead, he saw Dorian standing perfectly still, his gaze unwavering and devoid of fear, even carrying a hint of amusement as he met the dean's eyes."Dean Aldren, if you want to expel me, fine. But I've paid the full tuition for this semester. There's no reason to bar me from taking the final assessment, is there?""You —!"8:43 AMDean Aldren's eyes bulged with rage. He hadn't expected this boy to dare talk back to him!Noticing the impatient expressions of the martial academy recruiters nearby, the dean quickly sneered and snapped at Dorian."Fine! You're no longer a student of Duskfall Academy anyway. Take this last exam and then get the hell out!"He then turned to the recruiters with
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With a calm flick of his sleeve, Dorian glanced at Elder Harwick and said coolly, "Oh, go ahead and expel me if you want. Either way, I'm taking today's entrance exam."Without another word, he brushed past Elder Harwick and strode into Duskfall Academy."Damn it! You'd rather take the hard way than the easy one — ungrateful bastard!"Watching Dorian's defiant figure disappear into the academy, Elder Harwick clenched his fists, his face darkening with rage.Then, he quickly followed after him.......The Martial Hall — Duskfall AcademyThis was where Duskfall Academy held its entrance exams.The dean and vice deans of Duskfall Academy were all present, standing respectfully alongside over thirty stern-faced martial academy representatives from across the kingdom, each exuding formidable auras.Every single one of the thirty-two martial academies in the Ironveil Kingdom had sent their enrollment officers.Hundreds of third-year students stood in orderly rows across the vast hall, await
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Dorian slowly lifted his head, his expression chillingly blank as he fixed his gaze on the sharp-faced youth. "Seems like... you still don't quite grasp your current situation."His voice was like the bite of midwinter, sending an icy shudder down the other's spine.Then their eyes met."Ah... ah..."The sharp-faced youth felt as if he were staring into the abyss — Dorian's dark, fathomless eyes radiated a bone-deep cold, like a bloodthirsty predator had locked onto him.His scrawny frame trembled uncontrollably, his pupils dilating in terror.His mouth gaped soundlessly before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed in a dead faint.He had actually passed out from sheer fright."Pathetic. With a will that weak, what's the point of practicing martial arts?"Dorian glanced down at the unconscious youth with disdain, shaking his head in cold amusement.Without another word, he grabbed both the sharp-faced weakling and the stocky thug by their collars and hurled them out the door like dis
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