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Is That Wise Pig

Dying Is Not an Option—Tell That to My System!

Synopsis: Lu Chunhe was just an ordinary shut-in from Earth—cowardly, risk-averse, and content with a life of mediocrity. But when he wakes up in the broken, battered body of a notorious fraud in a world of ruthless cultivators, survival becomes his only priority. The original owner of this body was a con artist—an imposter who stole the identity of a noble young master, infiltrated a powerful sect, and spent his days abusing his status. But arrogance has a price, and after provoking the wrong people, he was beaten to death and discarded like trash. Now, trapped in a body on the brink of collapse, Lu Chunhe barely has time to process his situation before a terrifying vision strikes him—a glimpse of the future where the very sect he now belongs to is annihilated in a brutal war. With enemies all around and no allies to rely on, Lu Chunhe does the only thing he can: he runs. He flees the sect, convinced he has outsmarted fate. But fate refuses to let him go. A system—cold, relentless, and bound to his very existence—whispers in his mind, forcing him onto a path of destruction. [Death Event Triggered: Return to the Sect.] No matter how far he runs, the system drags him back, pushing him toward the death flag he so desperately wants to escape. Lu Chunhe isn't a hero. He isn't a warrior. He just wants to live. But against a system that exists only to kill him, survival may be the hardest thing of all.
Ciaran_Godheart · 2.4K Views

that one SWURD

Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine.
xyltharion · 160 Views
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