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A will to supremacy

A will to supremacy

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Echoes of a Forgotten Dream In the dim glow of a flickering desk lamp, Su Meng hunched over his cracked smartphone screen, the only luxury he could afford in his cramped one-room apartment on the outskirts of Beijing. The year was 2025, but for Su Meng, time felt like an endless loop of drudgery. Born to a family shattered by debt and misfortune—his father lost to a factory accident, his mother scraping by as a street vendor—he had learned early that the world was a rigged game. Not the kind where heroes rose through sheer grit or lucky breaks, but one where invisible strings pulled by the elite decided fates. By twenty-five, Su Meng had clawed his way through odd jobs: delivery boy, warehouse loader, even a stint as a tutor for spoiled kids whose parents could buy them into top universities. He watched as classmates with connected families soared—internships at tech giants, startups funded by uncles in high places. “Strength? Talent? Forget it,” he’d mutter to himself during smoke breaks. “In this world, the strong rule with wallets and whispers in boardrooms. Politicians and businessmen are the real cultivators, hoarding power like dragons guard gold. You? You’re just fodder unless they deem you useful.” It burned him inside out. He yearned for something purer, a realm where personal might dictated destiny. No nepotism, no bribes—just raw power earned through blood and sweat. That’s when the novels found him. Stolen moments in dingy internet cafes led to worlds of xianxia and wuxia: tales of cultivators shattering mountains with fists, defying heavens through meridians pulsing with Qi. In those stories, orphans became immortals, weaklings toppled sects . Although there are some has grow up with silver spoons in this world their parents works for it through their strength “Fist rules all,” the protagonists declared, forging empires from nothing but willpower. Everyone had a shot—if you could endure the trials, absorb the essence of heaven and earth, you’d rise. Wealth followed strength, not the other way around. No one handed you power; you seized it. Su Meng devoured them: Martial God Asura, Against the Gods, endless web serials where protagonists transmigrated or reincarnated into brutal realms. He imagined himself there, breaking free from Earth’s chains. “If only,” he’d whisper, closing his eyes after another exhausting shift. But dreams were just that—until the night everything shattered. It was a stormy December evening, rain lashing the streets like divine punishment. Su Meng, rushing home on his battered scooter, didn’t see the truck swerve. A screech, a blinding impact, and darkness swallowed him. No regrets flashed; only a fleeting thought: Take me to that world… where fists carve fate.
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Chapter 1 - New life,New opportunity

Chapter 1: Awakening in the Qi Wilds

Pain exploded in Su Meng's skull, a torrent of foreign memories crashing like waves against a crumbling shore. He gasped, bolting upright on a bed of rough-hewn wood and straw, his body aching in ways that felt both alien and intimate. The air hummed with an electric vitality, thick with the scent of pine resin and distant thunder. This wasn't his apartment. This wasn't Earth.

Fragments pieced together: He was Su Meng—no, he was Su Meng now, but in a new vessel. The original owner of this body, a scrawny sixteen-year-old orphan from the fringes of the Eternal Peaks Empire, had perished in a beast tide while scavenging herbs. No family, no allies—just a life of scraping by in the shadow of mighty sects. But now, infused with his Earthly soul, Su Meng felt the stirrings of something profound.

"This… this is it," he whispered, clenching fists that trembled with newfound potential. The memories confirmed the novels' truths: a world of cultivation, where Qi flowed like rivers through all things. Realms stacked like heavens—Qi Condensation to sense and gather energy, Foundation Establishment to forge an unbreakable core, Core Formation for birthing inner power, Nascent Soul for spiritual ascension, and beyond to Soul Transformation, Void Crossing, even Immortal Ascension. Strength ruled supreme. Sects warred, empires rose on the backs of experts, and beasts roamed wilds teeming with treasures. Wealth? It was a tool, not a throne. A powerful cultivator could plunder spirit stones, elixirs, artifacts—anything—through sheer might. No need for patrons; the heavens themselves provided if you dared claim it.

But opportunities? They were equal in theory, brutal in practice. Anyone could cultivate if they awakened their meridians, but talent, resources, and luck separated ants from dragons. Su Meng's new body was trash-tier: blocked meridians, frail constitution. Yet, his Earth knowledge burned bright—strategies from novels, physics twisted into formations, even basic chemistry for pill refinement. "No more begging for scraps," he vowed, standing on wobbly legs. "Here, I build my own path. Fist first, empire second."

A distant roar echoed from the forest outside his dilapidated hut— a low-grade spirit beast, perhaps. Fear flickered, but excitement drowned it. He closed his eyes, drawing in the ambient Qi. It was faint, like sipping dew, but it sparked life in his dantian. The Basic Qi Gathering Art from the boy's memories was crude, but it was a start: Inhale heaven's breath, cycle through twelve meridians, expel impurities.

Hours blurred as he meditated, sweat beading on his brow. A breakthrough loomed—the first layer of Qi Condensation, where mortals touched immortality. "In those books, protagonists get cheats—systems, rings, ancient masters. Me? Just my wits." He grinned fiercely. "That's enough. I'll grind, scheme, conquer. No politicians pulling strings; just me against the world."

As dawn crested the peaks, painting the sky in crimson, Su Meng stepped outside. The wilds called, promising trials and treasures. His journey to the top began—not by favor, but by force.

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