Chapter 0
Translator: penny
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: If It Weren't for Xianxia
There is a genre called xianxia.
It’s about becoming a cultivator and pursuing endless training to transcend the mortal world, attaining immortality and godlike powers as an immortal.
Freeing yourself from all worldly karma, escaping the cycle of reincarnation, peering into others’ past lives and futures at a glance, manipulating their destinies at will as an absolute being—ultimately, you can shatter and recreate vast concepts like universes or multiverses as you please.
I met an unexplained death and possessed a character from one of the xianxia novels I enjoyed reading.
It would have been great to possess a powerful immortal character, but unfortunately, I ended up in Yong Yoo, a 3rd Layer Refining Qi Realm disciple.
This character, Yong Yoo, was a typical thug villain who bullied the protagonist Mun Yoo and fed readers frustration. He loses to Mun Yoo after the protagonist gains a fortuitous encounter, gets his arm severed, and serves as the prologue boss signaling the story’s true start and the protagonist’s growth.
I wasn’t particularly interested in cultivation. From the perspective of someone who died suddenly for no reason, what was the point of living hundreds or thousands of years? You die eventually anyway, right?
Besides, this cultivation path felt closer to the demonic way of using any means necessary to grow stronger. Grinding humans into pills to devour, deceiving, backstabbing, betraying, exploiting, and discarding people without a second thought...
I thought that while reading the novel, but it was something I could never do.
The protagonists did the same thing—most xianxia leads pretended to be righteous cultivators on the surface while hiding sinister, demonic methods up their sleeves.
Naturally, this novel’s protagonist Mun Yoo was no different. True to form, he advanced realms faster than any ordinary cultivator and became the world’s strongest by the end, opening his own multiverse.
In that sense, I didn’t want to escape the fate of the defeated thug villain.
I had no desire to drag out my life in this world that would vanish tens of thousands of years from now.
I decided to just live ordinarily and die a normal death. Instead, with the mindset of “at least don’t let them cut off my arm,” I trained a bit.
Even as a Refining Qi Realm disciple, if I stayed under the radar of stronger cultivators and groveled enough, I could live lavishly and happily among the mortals.
But.
“Huh? Two spiritual roots?”
Something.
“Winner! Yong Yoo!”
Went.
“Y-Yes... please come... Yoo Senior...!!”
Terribly.
Wrong.
Not only did I avoid getting my arm cut off, I outright beat the protagonist. Somehow, I even NTR’d his lover.
...Even if I only lived another hundred years and died, it was obvious the protagonist would track down my reincarnated soul across lifetimes and plunge my existence into endless torment.
Mun Yoo grew stronger by using the karmic force generated from drowning his enemies and foes in lifelong suffering.
To save my future—to save my reincarnations—I resolved myself and decided to kill the protagonist.
But then I heard he’d fled the outer sect, where he was supposed to remain for life until his ascension.
“Aaaahhh!!”
To prevent the protagonist—who knows where he vanished to—from growing strong in the distant future and tormenting me, I had to desperately power up.
Damn it, if only it wasn’t a xianxia world!