*Chapter 2: The First Taste of Power**
The world around him pulsed with unfamiliar energy. The words of the system still burned in his mind: *Consume the destinies of others. Rewri
te your own.*
Shen Liang wiped the blood from his lips and turned his gaze toward the departing disciples of the Silver Moon Sect. Bai Cheng walked ahead, laughing with his followers, his aura arrogant and untouchable.
A burning sensation spread through Shen Liang's fingertips. A new instinct whispered in his mind—*reach out, take what is rightfully yours.*
He focused on Bai Cheng, his vision sharpening as a faint golden thread shimmered above the young master's head. The thread pulsed, glowing with the celestial energy of Bai Cheng's destined path: *Future Sect Leader. Sky Piercing Technique. Indomitable Spirit.*
Shen Liang's breath quickened. Was this… fate itself?
He clenched his fist. **[Fate Devourer: Activate.]**
The golden thread trembled. A portion of it darkened, breaking away like ink spilling into water. The energy surged toward Shen Liang, seeping into his veins, igniting a warmth in his dantian where once there had been only emptiness.
A flood of knowledge overwhelmed him—Bai Cheng's understanding of Qi, his muscle memory from years of training, the foundation of the *Sky Piercing Technique.*
Shen Liang staggered back, his body shaking with exhilaration.
**[Skill Acquired: Sky Piercing Technique (Basic)]**
**[Host's Cultivation Rank: Mortal (No Core) → Qi Initiate, First Stage]**
For the first time in his life, Shen Liang felt power coursing through him. His fingers curled, testing the newfound strength within. He wasn't just some crippled orphan anymore. He had stolen a piece of Bai Cheng's fate—and made it his own.
He exhaled sharply, his lips curling into a smirk.
The heavens had forsaken him, but he had found something better.
If destiny was nothing more than a script, then he would be the one to rewrite it.
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*End of Chapter 2.*