I Became the Newbie Adored by the Heavenly Demons
The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing that greeted me was a floating status window and a gallery notification only I could see.
You have acquired the unique trait Cheonma Gallery Access.
From now on, you may connect to the private community exclusively for Heavenly Demons across dimensions.
I blinked hard. What the hell was this? I clearly remembered getting crushed by a falling beam while working overtime at the construction site. The pain had been so intense I thought my soul was being ripped apart. Yet here I was, standing in an unfamiliar room with a status window hovering in front of me like some kind of game UI.
Before I could even process that, another window popped up.
The messages kept coming. Dozens of them. All from users with names that sounded like they'd stepped straight out of a murim novel. My hands started shaking as I scrolled through the flood of gallery posts that only I could see.
1. Absolutely no self-referring as this seat, this lady, this venerable one, or any variation of "本-" except for the designated user "VermilionBird."
2. Newbies must show proper respect to senior Heavenly Demons.
3. Sharing martial arts manuals is encouraged. Hoarding them will result in dimension-wide roasting.
4. If the newbie dies, the one who sponsored him last buys the drinks in the afterworld chat.
I swallowed hard. This wasn't a dream. The trait Cheonma Gallery Access was already embedded in my soul, and the gallery members were treating me like some kind of communal pet project.
Before I could even check my own stats, a new message appeared at the top of the gallery with a bright red highlight.
The gallery exploded with replies. I watched in stunned silence as ancient beings from different dimensions started arguing over me like I was the last limited-edition figure on the market.
My head was spinning. I had died and somehow been reborn into a world connected to the World of a Hundred Towers, with an entire gallery of obsessed Heavenly Demons watching my every move. They weren't just watching either. They were already sending gifts.
◈ Contains the foundational breathing method used by the first Heavenly Demon.
◈ Warning: Side effects include sudden muscle growth and uncontrollable charisma toward the opposite sex.
I stared at the manual that had materialized in my hands. The cover was old and worn, but the energy radiating from it made my skin tingle. This was real. All of it.
A new message appeared, this one directly addressed to me.
I let out a shaky laugh. Of all the ways to get a second chance at life, I somehow became the communal project of a bunch of bored, extremely powerful, and apparently very possessive Heavenly Demons.
The gallery chat kept scrolling with increasing speed. Arguments broke out. Bribes were offered. Someone even posted a edited image of me as a chibi character wearing a tiny black martial arts uniform with the caption "Protect our precious newbie at all costs."
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. The status window was still floating there, waiting for me to check my pathetic starting stats. The manual in my hands felt warm, almost alive.
This was it. My new life.
And apparently, I already had a whole dimension's worth of obsessive parental figures who would probably burn down entire towers if I died too early.
God help me.