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Chapter 1: A Coma, a Broom, and Destiny's Whisper
A bitter wind howled across the barren peaks of the Taichu Holy Land.
Far below the lofty immortal towers and divine martial halls, nestled in the shadow of a crumbling cliff, lay the Servant Quarters — where outer sect laborers lived and died without names.
And inside one of the cold, cracked huts, a youth opened his eyes.
His name was Xiao Tian.
And he did not belong here.
Where… am I?
He blinked slowly. The last thing he remembered was the cold beep of a hospital monitor… then darkness. But now, pain. His entire body ached like he'd been beaten with iron rods, and his stomach rumbled fiercely.
Wait… this isn't Earth.
He sat up, groaning, and looked around. The room was bare, save for a straw bed, a rusty washbasin, and a wooden broom. A cracked mirror on the wall revealed a young man's face—pale, with messy black hair and strangely bright eyes. Not his original face.
Suddenly—
> Ding—! Life Script System initializing…
[Host: Xiao Tian]
[Status: Mortal Martial Realm – 2nd Layer (Quenching Body)]
[Current Role: Handyman Disciple of Taichu Holy Land]
[Talent: Extremely Low]
[Life Path: White — Cannon Fodder. Dead End.]
Xiao Tian froze.
System? His heart raced. This… this is a novel world. Cultivation, sects… fate?!
His eyes widened as more text appeared.
> System Function: Life Script View
You can view the Fate, Destiny, and Opportunities of people you encounter.
Fate Color Rankings (lowest to highest):
Black < White < Gray < Green < Blue < Purple < Red < Gold < Seven-Colored
He took a deep breath.
This wasn't a dream.
He was now a bottom-feeding servant in a cultivation sect, destined to die young… unless he changed everything.
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Later that day, he was forced to sweep the training field, his hands blistering from cold iron and rough stone. Laughter echoed from above.
"Trash like you doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as us," a red-robed inner disciple sneered. "Still sick from your coma, Xiao worm?"
He said nothing.
But in his mind, he activated the system.
> [Lin Chen – Inner Disciple]
[Fate: Gold]
[Opportunity Detected: Star Sword God Inheritance Trial – 3 Days]
[Body Type: Nine Star Supreme Sword Body – Incomplete Awakening]
[Danger Level: Medium]
[Chance of Death: 27%]
Xiao Tian's breath hitched.
Nine Star Supreme Sword Body…? One of the top five strongest physiques?
Then…
> New Trigger Available: Fate Diversion
Do you wish to intercept opportunity?
He didn't hesitate.
Yes.
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That night, the stars above the Taichu Holy Land twinkled faintly, as if the heavens themselves noticed a thread of fate had begun to shift.
Xiao Tian sat cross-legged in his cold hut, clutching a bamboo sword with cracks, while the system quietly whispered to him about destinies and paths — how to steal fortune… and rise from cannon fodder to legend.
He looked at his bruised palms.
"I may have started as trash," he murmured, "but from today onward… I'll write my own script."
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