Chapter 1
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Is This a Parenting Romance or a Martial Arts Tale?
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In this grand era of possession, you never knew when a reincarnation truck might hit you or when you'd tumble into a reincarnation sinkhole.
Possession stories always kicked off the same way: the protagonist, in the middle of reading a webnovel, gets smashed by a truck or falls through a sinkhole.
"Man, it'd be nice if I got possessed somewhere."
*Ding-* An update notification chimed as I tapped the latest chapter, muttering in a dry voice.
The plastic bag slung haphazardly over my arm swung back and forth. Inside were a week's worth of instant ramen and ready-to-eat rice.
No standout talents, no goals, no accomplishments—just killing time in a life I couldn't quite end. No lingering attachment there.
I'd cut ties with my deadbeat parents ages ago, so family was basically a no-show.
Looking back, my life had been one rough ride. The total opposite of this novel's protagonist.
The book I was reading was titled *I'm the Golden Child of the Duke's Family*. A fluffy healing childcare story where the biggest "incidents" were the protagonist throwing tantrums and running away from home.
Not my usual taste at all, but I was reading it as possession prep. If you're gonna get isekai'd anyway, better into a sweet, pampered protagonist like that.
The world was ridiculously peaceful—no wars, no dark schemes. Even possessing as an extra wouldn't be a problem.
With a blank expression, I swiped through the pages and left my ritual comment.
They said the more consistently you commented, the higher your possession odds.
[DoRighteousnessAndJustice: Great read~]
Then I tapped the update for my actual favorite.
*Sword God Returns*.
A wuxia tale about a protagonist whose sect gets wiped out by the Demonic Cult. He dies as a lone revenge ghost, then regresses, snatches some sacred relic or whatever, and twists the past.
Fun as hell, but I was holding back on comments in case I got possessed.
This one's possession difficulty was five stars.
The light turned green, and I crossed the crosswalk at a leisurely pace, still flipping pages.
Finished the chapter, moved to comments—yup, packed with the usual wuxia boomers chiming in with their hot takes.
Midway through the thrilling read, I fat-fingered a middle finger emoji into the comments.
Anyone seeing that would think I was telling the author to screw off. Perfect bait for possessing into some hard-luck side role.
I hit backspace to delete it—
*BRRAAAAANG!*
A deafening horn blared, rattling my eardrums.
Startled, my thumb slipped and hit send.
[DoRighteousnessAndJustice: ㅗ]
Shit, where's your manners? Green light, and you're honking like crazy?
Frowning, I whipped my head around on reflex. Blinding headlights and a massive truck barreling straight at me.
Damn it, that's a reincarnation truck if I've ever seen one.
Two novels with fresh comments—please, if you're possessing me, make it the cute romance childcare one.
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Hit by the reincarnation truck, I slowly opened my eyes. As expected, an unfamiliar ceiling... except it was an unfamiliar sky greeting me.
The thin cloth swaddling me tight was woefully inadequate against the chill air and hard ground.
I wiggled my shrunken hands inside it and let out a deep sigh. Possessing as a four- or five-year-old would've been stifling enough— an infant? Come on.
The spot where I lay wrapped in cloth was right in front of a massive Eastern-style building's grand gate.
The moment I saw it, I knew something was off.
First off, this definitely wasn't the world of *I'm the Golden Child of the Duke's Family*. I'd forced down that out-of-taste novel, even buying premium passes, just to aim for it!
Instead of outrage, incoherent baby whines spilled from my lips.
'First things first, gotta figure out where I am.'
Eastern style, so high odds it's from the other one I commented on, *Sword God Returns*. Or maybe not.
A plaque hung high atop the towering gate, but from my angle, I couldn't make out the characters.
If I wailed loud enough, maybe someone inside would hear and come out?
But what if bad guys lived there and killed me for being noisy?
Deep in my life's biggest dilemma, the gate creaked open, and finally, someone stepped out.
A man in his early to mid-twenties, neatly dressed in plain black daoist robes. Spotting me, shock flooded his refined features.
He scooped me up from the ground in a hurry, cradling me as he frantically scanned the surroundings. Probably hunting for my parents or guardian.
"Baby, where'd your parents go?"
He loosened the cloth around me a bit, readjusted his hold, and asked.
Unsure what to do, I just stared blankly.
Most folks weren't sure if a baby my age could understand words or nod on command.
He circled the gate area with me in his arms, confirmed no one was around, sighed deeply, and pushed the gate open.
Stepping inside, he hugged me tight and strode purposefully toward the inner buildings. Bursting through one door, he shouted.
"Sect Leader, there's a baby dumped at the sect gates!"
Countless eyes turned my way at the yell. Bathed in their stares, I blinked slowly from the safety of his firm embrace.
'Sect, huh... So this is some sect's headquarters. Those people...?'
The room held everyone from slightly wrinkled middle-aged men to elderly elders of varying ages.
Seeming not to realize how many people were there, the man started edging back.
But the old man in the head seat gestured firmly for him to stay.
No choice, the man carried me into the room, knelt in the center.
"The child's guardian?"
"I looked, but no one was there—not at the spot, not anywhere nearby. Looks like they abandoned the kid."
"Who the hell climbs all the way up Mount Hua just to dump a baby!"
At the roar from the old man with his long beard stylishly draped like an immortal's, I pieced together where I was and my situation.
Mount Hua? That's Mount Hua Sect territory.
Mount Hua Sect—one of the Nine Great Sects of the Righteous Faction in wuxia lore.
...So I'd possessed into a hybrid of fluffy childcare romance and blood-splattering, righteousness-shouting martial arts novel. A wuxia childcare story.
This wasn't parallel reading! I should've stuck to one romance childcare book!
Overwhelmed by injustice and frustration, I flailed my arms wildly. The man holding me panicked and started rocking me quick.
Exhausted, I stopped. The nearby old man approached, peered into my face, patted my chest, and muttered pityingly with a sigh.
"Sigh, poor little thing. So young... Your guardians are heartless."
Figured—this was fate, so they'd raise me here. All fluffy childcare stories played out like that.
Bored, I predicted his next line and puffed out a breath.
The long-bearded old man who'd yelled stroked his beard and spoke.
"Best to send him down to the secular world. For us and the child. How could we raise an infant in a sect?"
See? Told you—send him down... Wait, what?
"Right... Yeah, we should. Sorry, baby. But wherever you end up, it'll be way better than here."
Huh? That's not how it goes...? Mouth agape, I gawked at the man apologizing to me with a glum face.
Was this not a romance childcare genre, but a solo survival wuxia?
Did that mean wandering the streets barefoot, hoping some hidden master picks me up?
Worst case, best I could hope for was inn errand boy. Fail that, join the Beggars' Sect where beggars are all you've got!
Running over when martial artists yell "Errand boy!", recommending bamboo leaf tea and roast duck, then cleaning up after they trash the place every day?
Or strutting around forever on the pride of "Beggars are everywhere!" from the Ten Thousand Beggars Sect?
For the record, I hate both.
I grabbed a desperate fistful of the clothes of the guy who'd brought me. Panic colored his face.
Panicking? Yeah, me too—panicking that you're not raising me.
Staring hard into his eyes, I widened mine.
Raise me. Raise me!
Since I'm stuck in a wuxia world, better you raise me into *I'm the Golden Branch of Mount Hua Sect* than make me an extra errand boy or beggar from *Sword God Returns*!
Overwhelmed, he averted his eyes. Oh ho, dodging?
"WAHHHHH!"
I shook his collar wildly and wailed as loud as my tiny lungs could manage.
This could turn into a battle of attrition, so I paced my breaths with diaphragmatic control to avoid tiring out.
Persuade the old men before I crash from exhaustion.
"Baby, you wanna stay here?"
"Hic."
His kind question halted my flailing hands. Chest heaving.
No strength left to nod properly, but I mustered every ounce of milk-fed power for a feeble dip of my head.
Bonus: sweeping the old men with my teary, glistening eyes.
If this doesn't work...?
"Heh heh, with such clear intent, what choice do we have? The child coming here must be fate and destiny."
"Amitabha."
The other old men nodded at the chuckling long-beard.
Looked like he was the big boss here.
"Uihyeon, anything like a name in the child's swaddling?"
"Yes, Sect Leader."
"Then we must name him."
At those words from the long-bearded old man, the tension drained from my tiny body.
Giving a name meant raising him—safe now.
"Our third-generation disciples use the 'Yi (義)' character. So the next generation gets 'Bi (備)'. Since fate brought him, let's call him Biyeon (備連), using the 'connected (連)' character."
"Sect Leader, you're giving him a daoist title as his name?"
"He's to be raised as a Mount Hua disciple anyway—what's the harm?"
Whoa, that confidence I'd definitely become a Mount Hua disciple even grown up. True prestige sect vibes.
Daoist title, though? Those were for core disciples, right? Meant severing worldly ties to live as a daoist—not handed out lightly.
And major sects used generational characters—next gen is Bi, so core disciple confirmed?
"From now on, your name is Biyeon (備連). Welcome to Mount Hua, little one."
I exhaled in relief at the kindly welcome from the long-bearded—no, Sect Leader—old man.
Even if this was the *Sword God Returns* world, Mount Hua Sect was safe.
The protagonist's sect that got massacred by the Demonic Cult wasn't Mount Hua.
It stayed intact while he flew around getting revenge. Plus, Nine Great Sects—no slouches anywhere.
Alright, weird hybrid or not—childcare possession complete!
"This kid'll be the senior for the next batch coming in."
Giggling along with the chuckling old men, I grinned toothlessly.
No way these geezers planned to train a baby, right?