Chapter 1: Reincarnated as the Supreme Racist God-King
Jhon nodded sagely. "As expected."
The heavens rumbled. The earth trembled. Somewhere in the vast expanse of the Celestial Dragon Phoenix Immortal Realm, a young man stood atop a mountain peak, his long black hair fluttering dramatically even though there was no wind. His jade-like skin shone, his golden pupils sparkled like a cheap LED light, and his unnecessarily extravagant robes screamed "I'm the main character."
"HMPH!" he grunted. "I HAVE REINCARNATED!" His voice echoed across the realm because the universe needed to acknowledge his greatness.
His name? Jhon Eldenring. Once, he was the number one genius in the cosmos, but he was betrayed by his sect, his clan, his childhood friend, his pet goldfish, and even his own shadow. Now, he was reborn in the body of an absolute trash disciple of the Farting Cloud Sect, which was somehow super prestigious despite its name.
"WHAT? THIS BODY HAS ZERO CULTIVATION?!" Jhon Eldenring roared, shaking the universe itself. "I AM BUT A MORTAL DUST ANT?! RIDICULOUS!"
But then, deep within his soul, a hidden power awakened.
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have awakened the Forbidden Dao of Supreme Racism!]
Jhon's mind exploded with knowledge. His very existence became attuned to the cosmic forces of arbitrary discrimination. He could now instinctively determine someone's worth based solely on their background, accent, and fashion choices.
Somewhere in the distance, a fat, obnoxious young master waddled onto the scene. "HAHAHA! You are garbage! With my father's money, I can kill you ten thousand times! I, Wang Fat-Face McMoneybags III, am invincible!"
Jhon sneered. "Filthy low-blood trash detected."
With a flick of his wrist, the Dao of Supreme Racism activated. A blinding wave of condescending superiority erupted from his body, vaporizing Wang Fat-Face and everyone who shared even 1% of his bloodline. The heavens trembled at such blatant discrimination.
"Trash," Jhon muttered, looking at his hands dramatically. "Now, where is the conveniently dying old man who will gift me an overpowered technique?"
As if on cue, a hunchbacked old man limped out of the shadows. "Young one… You are destined for greatness… Take this Heaven-Defying Divine Scripture of Eternal Ancestral Origin Chaos Rebirth Supreme Dao Mastery..."
Before he could finish, Jhon's instincts flared. "Wait… your accent… you are from the Northern Barbarian Wastes, aren't you?!"
The old man's eyes widened in horror. "No, I swear, my great-great-grandfather was from the Pure Jade Celestial Lands—"
Too late. Jhon's Dao of Supreme Racism struck, reducing the old man to dust.
Somewhere in a Western-style fantasy kingdom, a blonde prince with a face screaming "villain" sneered. "These Eastern cultivators and their silly techniques! Nothing beats our Pure Holy Bloodline of Divine Righteousness!"
Suddenly, his army of pale, aristocratic knights roared in agreement. "Yes! We, the Great Western Empire of Eternal Order, shall cleanse this world of these primitive qi-huffing barbarians!"
Jhon smirked. "You dare challenge me in the art of racial supremacy? Very well. I shall show you the true peak of arbitrary discrimination!"
He waved his hand, and the Dao of Supreme Racism erupted, instantly categorizing the Westerners as 'Generic Villains #1534.' The heavens decreed their fate: absolute annihilation.
And thus, the inevitable racial conflict subplot was born.
But Jhon Eldenring didn't care. He had plot armor thicker than reality itself, a destiny stronger than logic, and now… the ultimate power of senseless prejudice.