Zack Striker awoke in a strange new world—one that was not his own.
Looking around, Zack saw that this room seemed to belong to some kind of ancient family, vastly different from the hospital he grew up in.
As he got up from his bed, he felt a strange energy in his body that he had never experienced before. This energy seemed to be present in the world around him, actively entering his body.
Placing his feet on the ground, Zack had to admit that this room reeked of money and opulence.
Zack placed his hand on his chin and thought about the things he had seen so far.
A seemingly rich, foreign-decorated room. Some kind of strange energy that was entering his body. A body that appeared to be very strong and handsome.
Zack slapped his hand against his palm as the realization struck him.
"I've been reincarnated, haven't I? And into a cultivation world."
It seemed that Zack's words alarmed the people in this home because suddenly, a bam was heard as his bedroom door was slammed open.
When Zack turned his head to the man who arrogantly opened his door, the man began to tremble in fear. Pointing a shaking finger at Zack, he said,
"How can you be alive?"
Zack pointed at himself and replied,
"I want to know the same thing, but this can only be karma."
Hearing Zack's words, the trembling man fell to the ground, fainting in fear while mumbling,
"Right... Karma!"
Seeing this servant faint from his mere presence, Zack knew that the identity of this new body was definitely not that of a good person.
But Zack held no fear of his new identity because he had karmic luck on his side. If you save the lives of two billion children, you would have it too.
Other than being terminally ill as a child, Zack had always been freakishly lucky. After all, how many kids can really upload their brains into a computer program and live?
The answer is surprisingly none—it was never possible to begin with, but Zack succeeded anyway.
Looking at his own body, it seemed he was now in his late teens. From the fear that man showed, he was clearly someone to be feared.
Zack heard more footsteps coming from the hall, running in the direction of his room. A few big, burly men rushed in at the same time.
Zack raised an eyebrow at them. When they saw him standing, they immediately went down onto the floor, bowing to him. One of the men spoke,
"Master Striker, you're awake! We thought you had died; they said there was no hope of you recovering from your injuries."
Zack could tell that these men were too afraid of him to even question if he was an impostor. This body even had the same name as him. It seemed like fate had once again made all the preparations for him.
So, Zack did the only thing that someone like him in this situation would do—he went with the flow.
Placing a sneer on his overly handsome face, Zack said,
"Get up, you idiots, and take that fool out of my room. Clearly, I'm fine, and the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated."
With a mistaken swing of his arm, Zack found that the energy in his body swept these two men and the fainted one out of his room like pieces of trash into a dustpan.
"Wow, it's going to be fun being in this world. They say the third time's the charm, so in this cultivation world, the first thing to do is find a protagonist to suppress and a harem to steal."
But Zack had certain standards for his harem. As a villain, he would not be attracted to any of those young women. No, Zack's target was the mature, overpowered masters of all the heroines.
The female heroines always have even more powerful and voluptuous masters behind them. Whether they were good or evil, he would make them all members of his harem.
Zack left his room and found that the servants had disappeared, taking that embarrassment of a lackey with them.