Here's a breakdown in MC's character so that you can bother to read or you can stop
Personality Overview:
Toward friends (mainly female) and Lovers (harem!! come on it's soul land) Calm, composed, and charming. Magnetic presence reliable, thoughtful, and protective.
Toward Enemies:
A sharp contrast—calculating, cunning, and ruthlessly strategic. Masters of manipulation and deception, exploit every opportunity for personal gain and harbor no mercy for opponents and always plotting two steps ahead, weaving traps with a smiling face.
P.s. I wanted the mc to have a character and not just the drive to cultivate all damn time so the MC is Strong but not over powered in the beginning. But as the story goes he gets stronger and stronger to the point sky is the limit even if the mc doesn't cultivate it's hard to slow down.
All right here we go!
Earth, Year 2025
Lunchtime, inside the workspace of a certain XX company.
"Ah, man… there's not even a single good fanfic on this damn app," Kevin muttered with a tired huff, slumping over his office desk, phone in hand and boredom etched across his face.
"If only I could travel to an anime world like Soul Land… wield great power… slap both villains and heroes alike. That'd be something." He sighed, then groaned dramatically. "Haa… I'm starting to sound like some delusional adolescent chuunibyou. I'm an adult, for damn sake!"
He buried his head into his desk, phone resting beside it.
Suddenly, the phone began to vibrate.
Bzz.
Bzz.
"Hm?" Kevin blinked, lifting his head—
—and in the next instant, his vision went black.
In a certain dilapidated and grimy room...
"Ahh! Where am I?!" Kevin shouted, his voice echoing slightly as he looked around frantically, eyes darting from left to right.
Ugh… this smell, he winced inwardly, scrunching his nose in disgust. The air was thick with dampness and rot, and the walls around him were cracked and moldy.
"What the... Why is the ceiling so high? And these short... baby hands?" His breath caught as he held up his arms. "Ahh! Am I—no, no way… This can't be right. It's just a dream," he muttered, trying to calm the rising panic in his chest.
Did I really travel through? he wondered, dazed. It was just a random wish out of boredom… but… I really did transmigrate? Haha…
The laughter came out shaky and uncertain.
Still, of all the places to wake up in, did it have to be this stinky dump? Kevin grumbled in his thoughts as he scanned the room.
"Ahh!" Suddenly, Kevin clutched his head as a sharp pain stabbed through his mind.
It lasted only three seconds, but in that brief span, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged through him—glimpses of a blacksmith's forge, a silver-haired woman, the warmth of a cradle, and whispered names...
"No way! Tang Hao… and Ah Yin? Am I Tang San?" he gasped inwardly, eyes wide with disbelief. "Nooo! I don't want to be that selfish bastard!"
Memories continued flashing through his mind—fragmented moments from a baby's perspective. A hand reaching out. A man silently brooding. A woman's voice fading into nothingness. Kevin's thoughts spiraled in chaos.
Then, movement.
He felt a presence near his right side. Instinctively tilting his head, he found a small child seated beside him, staring at him with a piercing gaze. The boy's eyes were sharp and serious, as though analyzing his very soul.
"Huh?" Kevin blinked. "This kid looks familiar… Isn't this the hypocritical bastard Tang San with his 'Find a way to die' routine? Huff…"
Realization hit, and Kevin's heart eased slightly. So I'm not Tang San after all… thank god. A wave of relief washed over him, though uncertainty still lingered.
Then who am I? And why am I here—next to this future protagonist?
As the boy beside him continued to stare, Kevin subtly glanced down at his own tiny hands again.
No system notification, no golden finger, and I woke up in a trash heap... please don't tell me I'm cannon fodder...