Marcus trudged along the rugged path, his lightning sword securely fastened to his leg with a custom strap, after going out from the sect, his focus unwavering on the mission ahead. He had ventured deep into the Valley of Lotus, determined to complete his task. The path was treacherous, with uneven terrain and dense foliage obscuring the way. The air was thick with the scent of earth and vegetation, and the distant calls of unseen creatures added an eerie backdrop to his journey.

The Valley of Lotus was known for its breathtaking but dangerous landscape. Its beauty masked hidden perils—pitfalls, and richness, and venomous creatures, and wandering spirits. For days, Marcus navigated through dense forests and murky swamps, each step carefully calculated to avoid falling into traps or encountering aggressive wildlife. The ground was often unstable, with hidden sinkholes and patches of quicksand that could ensnare an unwary traveler.

Despite the challenges, Marcus was undeterred. His lighting sword, was instrumental in killing restless souls, and other creatures, Each night, he would set up camp in a secluded spot, carefully reviewing the souls he had collected and planning his next move. The spirits, ranging from tormented apparitions to vengeful entities, were often elusive and required a keen sense of timing and strategy to capture.

Weeks passed as Marcus faced numerous challenges. He encountered ghostly apparitions that seemed to emerge from the mist, their mournful wails echoing through the trees. Some of these spirits were bound by unfinished business, their energy a mixture of sorrow and rage. Others were aggressive, attacking without warning. Marcus had developed a system for dealing with them, using his spirit net to ensnare them before they could cause harm.

His journey through the Valley of Lotus was marked by the constant struggle to balance caution with progress. The forest was dense, with towering trees whose roots snaked across the ground like ancient, gnarled fingers. The swamps were equally challenging, with thick, murky waters that concealed all manner of dangers. The humid air was oppressive, and the constant dampness made every step a struggle.

After a particularly grueling encounter with a pack of aggressive spirits, Marcus took a moment to reflect on his progress. His body was covered in scratches and bruises, and his spirit net was frayed from the constant use. He knew that each soul he captured was a step closer to his goal, but the toll on his physical and mental state was immense.

Fifteen days later, Marcus moved on to the Valley of Moon, a place renowned for its unique and mystical properties. The valley was characterized by its tranquil, moonlit ambiance and the presence of rare, moonlit flowers that glowed softly in the dark. The path was less treacherous than the Valley of Lotus, but it was still fraught with challenges.

The Valley of Moon was known for its serene beauty, but Marcus knew better than to underestimate it. The moonlit flowers, while enchanting, were often guarded by powerful spirits and magical barriers. Navigating through this valley required a delicate balance of stealth and strength. Marcus moved cautiously, his senses alert to the slightest disturbance.

As he progressed through the valley, he encountered several moonlit spirits. These entities were different from the ones he had faced in the Valley of Lotus. They were more ethereal and elusive, their forms shimmering in the moonlight. The spirits were often more difficult to kill, requiring a more refined approach with his lighting sword.

One night, as he set up camp beneath a canopy of moonlit trees, Marcus encountered a particularly powerful spirit. It was a large, luminous figure, its form constantly shifting and changing. The spirit exuded a sense of calm and tranquility, but Marcus knew better than to let his guard down. The spirit was a guardian of the valley, and its presence was a clear sign that he was nearing an area of significant importance.

Using all his skills and experience, Marcus carefully prepared his spirit net for the capture. The process was delicate, requiring precise timing and a deep understanding of the spirit’s movements. After a tense struggle, he managed to kill the guardian spirit, adding its essence to his collection.

With the spirit captured, Marcus felt a renewed sense of purpose. He continued his journey through the Valley of Moon, killing more souls and facing various challenges. The valley’s tranquil beauty was a stark contrast to the dangers lurking within, and Marcus remained vigilant as he navigated through the shifting landscapes.

Eventually, Marcus arrived at the Valley of Azure Clouds. It was here that he noticed an eerie glow from a nearby grove. Intrigued, he veered off the path and discovered a Funeral of Souls. Ethereal figures floated above the ground, their wails a haunting symphony. The sight was both mesmerizing and unsettling, and Marcus felt a deep sense of curiosity as he observed the scene.

The Funeral of Souls was a rare and powerful event, and Marcus knew that killing the souls present would be a significant boon for his mission. He carefully set up his spirit net, ready to capture the ethereal figures. The process was delicate, requiring a precise balance of energy and focus. Each soul he killed added to his growing collection, bringing him closer to his goal, but suddenly by accident he forgot to kill a soul but in somehow he absorbed it, and then suddenly,

the system chimed in.

System: "Congratulations, host. You have acquired these souls. They will be essential for your next tasks."

Marcus frowned, frustration boiling over. "Why did you disappear earlier all this time? I needed your guidance."

System: "I, the Great System of the Heavens and All, have my own choices, host."

Annoyed, Marcus muttered, "Even shit is more reliable than you, you should have told me earlier so I would not kill the others”

In an instant, the air crackled with energy. Heavenly dao punishment, meant for Marcus, struck the system instead. Sparks flew as the two forces clashed. Marcus watched in awe as the battle unfolded before him.

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The system, refusing to relent, sent another heavenly dao punishment. However, it redirected to itself. This happened multiple times, each bolt of lightning intensifying the conflict. Seeing the system in distress, Marcus decided to join in, attacking the system with all his might.

Finally, the system relented, its usual stoic voice now tinged with a mix of resignation and admiration. "Daddy host, you are great and better than me. Very well, host. To collect points, you must complete missions or travel to different worlds. Your first mission: collect 1,000 souls, current you collect one so 999, The reward would be 100 Death Soul Points!”

Marcus nodded, determination in his eyes. "Don’t be arrogant in your next life, you trash system. Even the Laws of nature aren’t single like you, and even the heavenly dao punishment has a case against you trashy system. Anyway alright, let’s get started."

With renewed purpose, Marcus set out to complete his mission, prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The souls he had gathered were just the beginning, and he was ready to overcome any obstacle in his quest for power.

In the Valley of Azure Clouds, Marcus encountered stunning yet treacherous landscapes. The valley was known for its ethereal blooms and hidden dangers—pitfalls, venomous creatures, and wandering spirits. His first day of the mission involved traversing dense forests and wading through murky swamps.

The system suddenly say to Marcus in a not quite good time set “there is 3 levels of souls one lower one which is the lower, and the middle to the high there are ones but you need to discover”

Marcus responded “didn’t I told you to be quiet, trashy system I know I defeated them before how would I not know if I already defeated them and sense there auras”

The ethereal blooms of the valley were both beautiful and dangerous. They emitted a soft, glowing light that illuminated the surroundings, but their beauty was deceptive. The plants were often guarded by venomous creatures and spirits that attacked anyone who ventured too close. Marcus navigated the area with caution, using his spirit net to capture any souls he encountered and avoiding the more dangerous creatures.

Weeks turned into months as Marcus’s journey grew more arduous. He traversed the Whispering Woods, battling aggressive souls and ancient guardians. The Whispering Woods was known for its eerie silence, broken only by the occasional whisper of the wind. The spirits here were more aggressive, their energy twisted by years of unresolved anger and pain. Marcus’s battles with these spirits were fierce and draining, but he managed to absorbe lower-level souls and lucky 2 middle-level souls.

He encountered ghostly apparitions who shared tales of unfinished business and lingering regrets. Their stories were haunting, and Marcus listened with a mixture of sympathy and determination. Each soul he captured was a step closer to his goal, and he pushed forward despite the toll on his body and mind.

In the Cursed Marshlands, Marcus adapted his strategy to capture souls amidst poisonous fog and treacherous terrain. The marshlands were filled with poisonous plants and dangerous creatures, and Marcus had to be careful not to fall victim to the many hazards present. His experience in previous valleys made him more efficient, but the toll on his body and mind was immense.

The poisonous fog made it difficult to see and breathe, and Marcus had to rely on his instincts and experience to navigate the area. Each step was a calculated risk, as the fog concealed hidden dangers and the terrain was unpredictable. Marcus used his spirit net with precision, capturing souls while avoiding the more dangerous creatures lurking in the mist.

On his final stretch, Marcus reached the Ghostly Plains. Here, the usual god of death was absent, leaving the expanse haunted by skilled warrior souls. The battles were draining, but he captured the souls one by one, eventually reaching his goal of 1,000 souls. He noted that he might return to this place once he became stronger.

System: “Congratulations, host. You have completed your mission. You have been awarded 100 Death Soul Points."

Marcus collapsed to the ground, exhausted but victorious. "It’s finally over."

System: "You have proven yourself to be the best host I have ever had. Your determination and strength are commendable."

Marcus smiled faintly. "Thanks, and system, don’t lie. I’m your first host. Even the heavenly dao punishment seems to hate you. What’s next?"

System:"Your next mission will be revealed soon. For now, rest and recover. You have earned it, and to unlock one feature of the system needs 1k death soul points, which is the shop feature, anyway see you host later, I hope you could do it host I believe in you, the missions would come at random times and also if you complete a world it also count as a mission so you will get death soul points”

Marcus, in Yusup’s body, thought to himself, “That garbage system is a trashy beggar who stole people’s goods. I wish there was a world like Earth specifically for that system so I could stage a protest.”

Suddenly, the system sneezed.

The System who was happily enjoying her time, though in her mind, “Who the he- is talking about the great one?”

Later on, feeling confident that more challenges awaited him but ready to face them head-on, Marcus continued on his path. A short while later, a stunning with so called jade beauty woman approached him, her jade-like beauty unmistakable. She introduced herself as the most beautiful woman in her village and expressed her dream of joining a sect. She asked Marcus if she could accompany him on his journey, she would do anything.

Marcus immediately refused. “I, Yusup, can’t afford any distractions. I have this mission from the sect. Now, where is the cave? And the other abnormal places?”

Marcus, though in his mind “ I guess having the Main character aura is hard huh.”

After she pointed him in the direction of the cave and other strange areas, Marcus continued his journey.

He decided to first head to the village in the Valley of Azure Clouds. After months of navigating treacherous terrains, Marcus sought respite and information. The village, known for its calm and historical significance, seemed like a perfect place to gather news and rumors. Marcus planned to stay briefly, hoping to uncover any valuable insights or leads for his next mission while enjoying a well-earned rest, as the saying that goes safety comes first.

Upon arrival, the old village head greeted Marcus and informed him, "This place is free of any specific race or identity." Then he noticed Marcus’s sect emblem and bowed slightly in respect.

Marcus noted this as he saw the village there are many cultivators, weak and strong and also rich people, and then he though in his mind “As excepted of the place with the inheritance of the First Human cultivator and other treasures”

When he asked the jade-like woman why she hadn’t approached them for help, she remained silent.

Later on, the old village head saw the jade-like woman and, with a deep bow, apologized profusely to Marcus. "I deeply regret the trouble she caused, senior cultivator. She noticed you were a core disciple of the best sect in the world, the Righteous Sword Sect, and with the Jade Cultivation talent, and also she always asks others either to join them for benefits or seeks to join a sect herself, as she comes from a poor background. Please forgive her. If you wish to stay in our lowly village, we have prepared a room at the Xi Hotel where you can live for as long as you want, as a token to express my apology.”

Marcus shook his head. "It’s not your problem, old village head. No need to bow down. Focus on your own matters, and thank you. I would like to stay here for a few days.”

Marcus thought then in his mind “I guess it’s not because of the main character aura maybe coincidence. As the saying that goes coincidences sometimes appear at any time in any world and universe”