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Amitābha Online: The Monk Who Greets Death

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Synopsis: > When he died, he expected either peace or punishment—not a system beep. “Welcome to the Eternal Greeting System. Please select your lifelong greeting.” That was the first message he saw in his new life. Reborn into a cultivation world and forced into a monastery as a novice monk, the only greeting available to him was: “Amitābha.” From that moment on, he gained power every time he greeted someone using that word. +1 power. Every time. No exceptions. Whether it’s a child, a beast, a corpse, or a demon king—he must greet them all. Even in the face of death, he must speak those sacred words. Bound by the monk’s code and forbidden from breaking character, his only path forward… is through it. They mocked him at first. Now they tremble when they hear: > “Amitābha.” Novels 1. Lord of the Void Realm 2. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner 3. Zero Protocol: Red, The Code Ascendant 4. The Empty Threshold 5. MJ Reborn: Rebound from Oblivion 6. Amitabha Online: The Monk That Greets Death
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Amitābha

Darkness.

That was the first thing he felt. Then came the cold.

Not the dramatic kind. Just the bland, uncomfortable chill that feels like someone left a spiritual window open.

He blinked.

Wooden beams overhead. The faint smell of incense. His body felt stiff, like he'd been lying in a weird yoga pose for hours. His arms ached. His back ached. Even his soul ached.

"…I'm alive?"

> DING!

[Eternal Greeting System Initializing…]

His eyes widened.

A system.

A freaking system.

He almost cried. Actual tears.

"Finally," he whispered. "I thought I got sent to one of those worlds. The kind where you have to build yourself up with hard work and zero cheats. Gross."

> [Welcome to the Eternal Greeting System.]

[Please choose your eternal greeting. This greeting will be permanently bound to your identity and must be used in every interaction.]

"…Come again?"

The screen in front of him flickered, listing choices.

Hello

Hi

Greetings

Good day

Yo

Peace

Amitābha

"…This is it? No power-up? No inventory? No starter pack with a shiny sword and free rice?"

> [The Eternal Greeting System rewards consistency. Choose wisely.]

He stared. "This has to be a prank. Where's the second screen? The hidden SSS-tier option?"

Silence.

Another message popped up.

> [You have 30 seconds to select your greeting.]

"…Alright, alright." He scrolled. "Let's see… 'Yo' sounds too casual. 'Good day' makes me sound like a tax collector. 'Peace' is tempting. But 'Amitābha'?"

He paused. That was the traditional Buddhist greeting, right?

Before he could choose, a knock came from the sliding paper door behind him.

"Disciple, are you finally awake?" a calm male voice called. "Master has summoned you for morning meditation."

"…I have a master? Meditation?"

He looked down. Robes. Gray. Loose. Faded.

"Don't tell me I'm—"

> [Time limit exceeded. Greeting auto-assigned: "Amitābha."]

[System Binding: Complete.]

> [From now on, you will gain +1 energy each time you greet someone with 'Amitābha.']

Warning: System cannot be changed. Failing to use your greeting will result in stagnation.]

To grow stronger… greet the world.

He stared blankly at the text.

"...I'm going to die here."

The door creaked open. A boy stepped in, not much older than him, wearing identical robes with an expression that screamed "I'm judging you silently."

"You're late," the boy said. "You were out cold for three days. The Master says if you keep slacking, you'll get kicked back to cleaning chamber pots."

"Chamber what now?"

The boy frowned. "Are you alright in the head?"

The former otaku blinked. "You wouldn't believe me if I said no."

The boy crossed his arms. "You coming or not?"

The new monk stood slowly. His body felt weird. Not weak exactly—just… stiff. Like it hadn't moved in a while. He stretched a little, then noticed his hair.

Long. Black. Messy. Tied lazily with a red string.

He tied it up properly and adjusted his robe, which hung off him like someone had sized it for a skeleton.

He sighed. "Okay. Time to be spiritually polite, I guess."

He took a step forward. The other boy raised an eyebrow as he approached.

Then, with the grace of someone who had accepted his fate five minutes ago, he folded his hands and bowed slightly.

> "Amitābha."

> [+1]

The other boy blinked. "...Right. Weird guy."

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Later that morning…

He sat on a meditation cushion, legs crossed, trying to clear his mind while his stomach growled. He peeked sideways. Everyone else looked serene, like they'd ascended three heavens already.

Meanwhile, his brain was screaming, Why do I have a system that turns me into a glorified greeter?!

> "Choose your eternal greeting," he mocked silently. More like eternal regret.

The monk leading the meditation opened one eye and looked straight at him.

"You there," he said. "Your aura is chaotic. Speak your thoughts aloud and free them."

The boy swallowed. Every other monk turned toward him.

He closed his eyes.

Then sighed deeply.

"…Amitābha."

> [+1]

A few monks nodded in approval. "Very good," one whispered.

He opened one eye. "That actually worked?"

> [Energy: 2]

"…No way this is real."