System," he said aloud, still sitting in the dust. "Show me my stats."
[Status Panel Opening…]
A faint blue window shimmered before his blindfolded eyes:
PRIMORDIAL CHAIOTIC GENESIS SYSTEM
Name: Yue Zihan
Race: Human (Evolving)
Title: Primordial Vessel (Unstable)
Realm: Mortal Realm
Cultivation: Body Forging – Stage 1 (Chaotic Integration 12%)
Strength: 21
Endurance: 17
Soul Power: 28
Control: 3
Luck: Undefined
Sin:-10
System Authority: Limited
Chaos Resonance: Dormant
Title: defier of order
He tilted his head. "Only three in control? Insulting."
[Accurate.]
Host currently handles chaotic flow like a drunk scholar wielding fireworks.
He smiled faintly. "And yet, I'm still alive."
[Statistically impressive, emotionally concerning.]
First Step
The System quieted as the room settled.
Outside, dawn's light seeped through the curtains, painting the dust with gold. Zihan reached for the black silk blindfold resting beside him and tied it across his eyes.
He didn't need it yet. He wore it because he wanted to.
A reminder that chaos was both gift and burden.
And that power should never see the world before it's ready.
He stood, muscles trembling but steady enough to move.
"System," he said softly, "save progress."
[Progress Saved.]
Try not to die before the next checkpoint, Host.
He smirked. "Noted."
And with that, Yue Zihan opened the door, the faint scent of burned qi following him — the first trace of a legend no one yet feared.