In a small, cozy bedroom, a 14-year-old boy slowly opened his eyes, disoriented and confused.
Confusion clouded his youthful features as he surveyed his unfamiliar surroundings with growing unease. The room was small and cozy, with soft pastel hues adorning the walls and a plush carpet underfoot. A large window let in a warm beam of sunlight, casting a comforting glow over the space.
"Where am I?"he murmured aloud, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
As he sat up in the edge of the bed, a sharp pang of pain exploded in his temples, forcing a grimace from his lips.
"Ow! What's wrong with my head?"he gasp and clutch his head.
The boy rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of the strange sensations coursing through his mind. Memories, vivid and fragmented, began to resurface, like fragments of a shattered mirror reflecting glimpses of a life he couldn't quite recall.
"What are these memories?"he wondered, frowning in confusion.
The boy breath caught in his throat as striking image appeared in his mind, he saw himself practicing Martial Arts Techniques with deadly precision, he witnessed people fighting with fearsome beasts.
After few minutes, the pain in his head finally stopped as he completely finished experiencing the memories. He learned from the memories that he's in a world where everyone is a Cultivator and they all persue one thing which is Immortality.
The boy is none another than Kuro but this wasn't his original body. When he died in the dungeon, his constellation Lord of the Netherworld had given him a second chance at life, transferring his soul into this new body.
He felt mixed emotions; he was happy to have a second chance at life but sad because he found himself in a new world and this world is far more frightening from his previous world, Blue Star.
Now, he realizes why his constellation had warned him. In this new world, there are no rules and laws except the Law of the Jungle, a brutal reality where survival was reserved by the strong.
From the memories, Kuro realized that this young body belonged to someone named Xiao Wei. According to the memories, Xiao Wei hailed from the prestigious Xiao clan, one of the three most influential families in the bustling Mo City.
After a moment, Kuro take a deep, steady breath and made a silent vow to himself.
"From now on, I am not Kuro anymore. I am Xiao Wei and I will live as him"Kuro declared softly, his voice steady and resolute.
The name rolled off his tongue, foreign yet familiar. It was the identity he had inherited, the persona he would now embody in this new existence. Kuro had ceased to be; in his place stood Xiao Wei, a young cultivator from the esteemed Xiao Clan.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Xiao Wei rose from the bed, his movements fluid and graceful. He padded over to the mirror, gazing at his reflection in the mirror, Xiao Wei studied the body of his new form.
Xiao Wei gaze scanning every inch of his youthful form. He couldn't help but notice how well-proportioned he looked, his facial features was also very attractive which can make any female to fall for him.
His hair was black as darkness, fell in loose waves around his face, framing high cheekbones and a straight, pert nose. Black expressive eyes, sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. A smattering of freckles danced across the bridge of his nose, adding to his natural charisma.
Xiao Wei turn slightly as he evaluated his posture and noticed the athletic build of his physique.
A subtle smirk played on his lips as look at his cock which was nestled within his robe. He palmed the firm shape, his fingers curling around the hard length.
"It's bigger than my precious body, look like getting this new body is not that bad"Xiao Wei said with a pride and a smirk in his face.
Knock! Knock!
Suddenly someone knocked at his door.
Xiao Wei opened the door to find a young boy standing in the hallway, clad in simple yet well-fitted robes. The boy was not much older than him appearing to be around seventeen years old.
However, there was a stark contrast between their appearances - while Xiao Wei wore lavish robe indicative of his high social standing, the other boy was dressed modestly, without any signs of wealth or extravagance.
"Young master Wei, the morning training is going to start soon"the boy said politely as he bow down slightly.
"Young master Wei, Elder asked everyone to arrive at the training hall"the servent boy added.
Xiao Wei nodded curtly, a flicker of understanding crossing his features as he recalled the daily routine of the Xiao Clan from his memories.
"Very well, lead the way"Xiao Wei replied, and followed the servant boy out of his chambers, falling into step of the servent boy as they made their way through the dimly lit corridors towards the vast training hall.
As they walked, their footsteps echoed softly against the wooden floor, the only sound breaking the quiet stillness of the early morning hour. Xiao Wei allowed himself to relax, taking comfort in the familiarity of his surroundings as they drew closer to their destination.
As Xiao Wei and the servent boy entered the expansive training hall, Xiao Wei gaze landed on the other clan members which was present there, they all appeared to be roughly Xiao Wei's age.
However, the tranquil atmosphere was abruptly shattered by a mocking declaration that rippled through the hall.
"Look, the Xiao Clan trash has finally arrived!"a boy called out, his tone dripping with scorn.
The surrounding crowd turned to Xiao Wei, their expressions shifting from mild interest to outright derision. A few snickers and jeers echoed through the space, creating an uncomfortable buzz.
Xiao Wei sensed the cruel undercurrents beneath the laughter directed at him. He knew instinctively that in this world, strength was the ultimate currency, and those who possessed it wielded immense power and respect. Conversely, the weak were often viewed as mere pawns, destined to serve the mighty.
As he scanned the faces of his clan members, Xiao Wei noticed a subtle hierarchy at play. Those who are strong get attention and admiration. Meanwhile, those who are weak receive disdainful glances and mocking remarks.