Chapter 1: Tianshan Mountain
Tianshan.
The biting cold winds high in the sky sharpened the mountain peaks, turning the ranges into sword-like blades pointing straight at a sky free of any trace of dust. The ground was covered in frost and snow that never melted year-round. From afar, it was a vast expanse of white.
Between Yun Peak and Miao Peak lay a great rift valley known as the "Scar of White."
"Waa... wah!"
Suddenly, in this silent rift valley, the cry of a human infant echoed.
At the source of the sound, an ice-blue golden light shot straight into the clouds.
In an instant, the rift valley erupted into chaos. With the infant at its center, ice-blue streams of light burst forth in all directions. White snow condensed into chunks, cold air solidified into frost, and the valley transformed into a world of ice in the blink of an eye.
Crack! Crack!
Roar! Roar! Roar...
The underground ice shattered with a series of low, deep roars, as if some energy was surging out—pure white in color.
Ice-blue radiance and white radiance.
The two lights gradually fused together, yet seemed to echo one another, growing ever brighter and more dazzling. No one knew how much time passed.
Roar!
Suddenly, a demonic beast's roar rang out.
From a dark corner of the rift valley, a massive demonic forelimb stepped forward, covered in thick white fur.
The demon slowly emerged: a white-amber Tianshan Scar White Tiger.
Its entire body was crystal clear and translucent, with dense and elegant fur. Its ears were sharp like leaf-shaped horns, and on its forehead was a domineering double-moon tiger marking.
Gazing at the rift valley thrown into energy turmoil by the fusion of lights, the Tianshan Scar White Tiger shifted its eyes slightly, landing on the core of the radiance.
In an instant, a human infant came into view.
The Tianshan Scar White Tiger paused in silence for a moment, then stepped forward, gently picking up the human infant in its mouth before dashing madly toward a certain direction in Tianshan.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh~
After running wildly for a while, the Tianshan Scar White Tiger was nearing the human activity zone.
It released the infant from its mouth, dropping it onto the ground, then turned without looking back and returned to the depths of Tianshan.
Not long after...
Tap... tap... tap...
Footsteps echoed on the soft snow. A clear, cold girl of about ten years old approached.
She looked at the human infant on the ground with a puzzled expression. After pondering for a moment, she picked it up, cradled it in her arms, and turned to leave.
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Fifteen years later.
Southern foothills of Tianshan, Pan Town.
As the closest human outpost to Tianshan, this place buzzed daily with all sorts of black market dealings, as well as young mages forming teams for training expeditions.
At the edge of Pan Town was a cluster of dwellings—the residential area for Tianshan's native inhabitants.
Crunch!
A young man leaned against the doorframe, munching on a fruit with crisp bites.
The youth was extremely handsome; his only flaw was the lingering immaturity in his otherwise cool demeanor. But this immaturity would fade with age.
One could imagine how strikingly dashing and charming he would become as an adult, shedding his youthful rawness.
"Time flies so fast."
"Unknowingly, it's been nearly sixteen years since I came to the world of Full-Time Mage."
Qin Yuan sighed.
Yes, he was not a native of this world—he was a transmigrator.
Moreover, the kind who had undergone "rejuvenation" from those xianxia novels, reborn through fetal transmigration.
The world of Full-Time Mage was almost identical to the azure planet he lived on in his previous life.
The only difference was the addition of many magic-related elements: awakenings, mages, demons, and so on.
Under the influence of magic, the strong reigned supreme, and the law of the jungle was even more pronounced.
Exceptional talent brought calamity.
Average talent led to mediocrity.
Weak talent meant cannon fodder.
This was the truest portrayal of the Full-Time Mage world.
Without absolute strength or backing, one could never control their own fate.
"It's really tough. Talent too strong or too weak—neither is a good thing. The Holy City... abusing power for personal gain."
Qin Yuan shook his head inwardly.
The Holy City, the foremost force among mages, undeniably had great achievements, but over time, it had deviated from its original ideals.
It claimed to act for humanity's sake—and that was true—but it also schemed for its own benefit.
Perhaps it was due to the perspective of the original story, but in any case, Qin Yuan disliked this faction. Those angels were too prone to infighting.
They ignored the demon threats and obsessed over "calamities." It was truly frustrating.
If given the chance, Qin Yuan would definitely temper the Holy City, forging it into a true sharp blade in humanity's hands.
But for now, he was just a little nobody who hadn't even awakened his magic. Better not think too far ahead.
"Not soul transmigration or possession, but fetal rebirth—wonder if I'll be able to awaken magic?"
Qin Yuan couldn't help but worry.
In the Full-Time Mage world, ordinary people existed, but mages were the mainstream after all.
Without magic, how could he establish himself?
Rely on his pure yang physique that resisted cold and brimmed with vital energy?
Don't joke—he wasn't a succubus, and he had no dual-cultivation techniques from xianxia novels. A pure yang body was great, but it only qualified him for living off others.
He, Qin Yuan, was iron-willed and proud—not the type to eat just any soft rice.
"Sigh, wonder if I'll get a system or some golden finger."
Qin Yuan finished the fruit in a few bites, thinking to himself.
As a transmigrator, without some cheat to assist him, he'd likely end up as a mere spectator—a pawn manipulated by others.
Especially in the Full-Time Mage world, who knew if he'd get captured by the Black Church and refined into a grotesque black beast demon.
[Ding! Host's magic awakening detected. Check-in System officially activated.]
Suddenly, a cold female voice echoed in his mind.
Qin Yuan's heart jolted, his face showing shock as he couldn't help but blurt out, "Holy shit!"
"System?"
[Host, I am here.]
The cold female voice resounded in his mind again, snapping the stunned Qin Yuan back to reality.
"Transmigration novels don't lie—every transmigrator gets a mandatory cheat golden finger."
"This great fortune has finally come to me, Qin Yuan." He laughed heartily. The gloom in his heart vanished instantly, replaced only by excitement.
After reveling for a bit, Qin Yuan calmed down and asked, "System, tell me about your functions."
"Is it instant invincibility and domination, or a heaven-defying background?"
In his previous life as a web novel author specializing in brainless refreshers, Qin Yuan was intimately familiar with all sorts of tropes.
Though he enjoyed stories of genius growth, why grind step-by-step when you could ascend to the heavens in one leap?
Lying flat was comfortable; lying flat with wealth and power was even better.
As Qin Yuan fantasized, the system's voice slowly rang out.
[Host, this system is called the Check-in System.]
[As long as the host checks in daily persistently, you will receive rewards from myriad worlds. Reward richness depends on check-in streak continuity.]
[In addition, this system includes annual/seasonal/monthly/weekly check-ins, task check-ins, location check-ins, etc., with even richer rewards.]
"Got it."
Qin Yuan nodded. It was just like how he used to write—check in daily for full attendance rewards.
Only now, check-ins had become reality.
Though not instant ascension, it was still great. Rewards just for checking in—easy enough.