Staring at the unfamiliar surroundings, Qin Tianyu's heart raced with a mix of confusion and disbelief. A voice echoed within his mind, a voice that didn't belong to him. Panic took hold, and his thoughts spiraled into frantic denial.

"No, no, this is a dream, this must be a dream. I'm dreaming right?" he muttered to himself, his voice trembling. But the response he received was as clear as the disorienting reality around him.

[Negative - the host has passed from his previous life and has been transmigrated].

The words pierced through his denial, a jolt of realization that sent shivers down his spine. His eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of the voice. "Who said that?" he demanded, his voice tinged with fear.

A new voice echoed, one that was not his own, but seemed to originate from within his mind. [Greetings host! I am the Idle Cultivation System!]

Confusion etched across Qin Tianyu's features as he stared at nothingness, his mind racing to comprehend the impossible. "Idle cultivation system? What the hell is that? When will I wake up? I have to get to work!" His voice was tinged with desperation, each word a plea for escape from this incomprehensible reality.

A knock on his door snapped his attention away from the internal turmoil. It was a soft knock, gentle yet filled with concern. "Son? Is everything okay? Who are you talking to in there?" A warm, maternal voice called out.

Qin Tianyu froze. His mother? But he had never known a mother. He was abandoned as a baby, wasn't he? Panic welled within him as he grappled with a reality that seemed to blur the lines of his past and present.

[Host! I recommend you answer], the system chimed in, its digital tone cutting through the chaos within him.

"I'm fine," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, more to appease the system's suggestion than to convince himself.

The door creaked open, revealing a woman whose eyes held genuine concern. Qin Li Mei, his supposed mother, stood at the threshold, her presence unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. She had an aura of warmth and care that he had never associated with his past.

Qin Li Mei was of medium height with gentle curves that bespoke both resilience and grace. Her warm, brown eyes were like pools of kindness, reflecting a life filled with both joys and struggles. Her raven-black hair was streaked with threads of silver, a testament to the years she had lived.

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Her attire was modest, reflecting a life of simple comfort. Yet, her presence exuded a quiet strength that made her seem larger than life, a stark contrast to the chaos that had dominated Qin Tianyu's past existence.

As Qin Li Mei stepped into the room, she looked at her son with concern. "Son, what's wrong? You look pale as a ghost!" Her voice was laced with worry, her motherly instincts in full force.

Confusion swirled within Qin Tianyu as he observed her. His mind raced to make sense of the inconceivable situation. "What the hell is going on? Can't she see I'm not her son?" he thought, the dissonance between his memories and reality causing his heart to race.

[Host! As previously stated - the host has transmigrated], the system interjected, answering his unspoken inquiry.

His eyes widened. "You mean this is real?" he blurted out, his voice betraying a mixture of shock and disbelief.

Qin Li Mei responded, her voice still filled with concern, "Is what real, son? You're making me worried. I'll go call a doctor!" She moved to leave, her steps hurried.

Panicking at the thought of strangers entering his life, Qin Tianyu quickly stopped her. "No, it's fine. I'm sorry, I just didn't sleep well and haven't woken up properly yet!" His voice trembled as he forced himself to sound convincing.

Though not entirely convinced, Qin Li Mei's love for her son overruled her concerns. "Okay, son," she said, her voice softening. "I'll go make you some breakfast. Make sure you wash up."

As she closed the sliding door, Qin Tianyu released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The room seemed to close in around him, a maelstrom of questions, doubts, and disbelief swirling within him.

"System?" he called out, his voice wavering.

The system responded promptly, [Yes, host?]

Tianyu's voice was filled with urgency, "So... this is all real?"

The system's response was unwavering, [Yes, host!]

A flood of questions overwhelmed him, each one a cry for understanding.

"Tianyu: 'So I died?'

[Yes, host!]

Tianyu: 'And now I'm here, in this world?

[Yes, host!]

Tianyu: 'So... What exactly is this world?'

The system embarked on a comprehensive explanation, introducing Qin Tianyu to the world of murim, a realm defined by martial arts, cultivation, and profound mysteries. It painted a vivid picture of a world teeming with energy, power, and uncharted potential.

As the system's explanations continued, Qin Tianyu's questions grew more specific.

"Tianyu: 'So... what are you?'

[I am the Idle Cultivation System, host.]

The system meticulously detailed its features, outlining its role as a guide, facilitator, and source of growth on his journey.

Tianyu: 'So, I have transmigrated into a world of martial arts and cultivation?'

[Yes, host!]

Tianyu: 'And you are a system that is here to help me?'

[Yes, host!]

Tianyu: 'So, what the hell do I do now? Who even am I now?'

And so, the system unveiled the life and lineage of Qin Tianyu in this new world, intertwining his past with the present he had woken up to. As each piece of information fell into place, a puzzle emerged, offering him a glimpse of the future he could forge in this unfamiliar world.

Tianyu's voice trembled with uncertainty, "So I am also called Qin Tianyu in this world?"

[Yes, host!]

Tianyu took a shaky breath, his voice more resolute, "That's helpful, at least. But I still don't have enough information..."

[Host! You can exchange exp points to unlock the memories of the original Qin Tianyu!]

His eyes widened, his heart racing at the prospect of understanding his newfound existence. "You can do that?"

[Yes, host! Would you like to proceed?]

Tianyu: "Yes!"

And so, with the deduction of a mere 10 exp points, the veil that shrouded the past was lifted, revealing memories that were not his own but now held the key to his identity in this unfamiliar world.