Influence, it is the root of power for each and every being in this universe.

You are born to rich parents, and live an easy going life, or you are born to poor parent and live out a hard life till the day you die.

Each day, you work and you work, you work and you work, you sleep, you eat, you work.

You earn money through the system of the world, only to be made to squander it and throw it away on things your made to pay for… forever wanting, forever working.

A poor business man, with not much of an education and three sons, as of two hours ago fired and jobless, soon to be homeless, that is mine, Xing Ying's, great identity.

So? I committed suicide.

Inside a thin translucent bubble I floated for god knows how long, at some point, I reached the deep dark abyss of nothingness… and then, somehow reincarnated.

In a new world, with the same name of Xing Ying, a new chance of life was given to me.

Aged eighteen with average looks, brown haired, brown eyed and browned skinned… brown just like the word I uttered as I woke up in this cold and recently dead body, "Shit".

What the hell, it’s the same fucking thing!

Cultivation, it is the root of power for each and every being in this universe.

You are born to strong parents and cultivate in peace with many resources, or you are born to weak parents and live out a hard life of cultivation till the day you die.

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Each day, you train and you train, you train and you train, you sleep, you eat, you train.

You earn power through the system of the world, only to be made to squander it and throw it away on day to day struggles of survival… forever pressed, forever training.

A poor young cultivator, with not much of an enlightenment no family, as of two hours ago expelled and sect-less, soon to be homeless, that is his, Xing Ying's, great identity.

So? He committed suicide. Just like me.

A new chance? You must be joking, this is just another version of the same depressing thing.

I Xing Ying, am a true man at heart, working by day and playing fantasy games such as dungeons of dragons in the dead of night, paying for every extension and every fantasy book that there is to buy, what was there to life without a job? Without money to feed the habit that kept the great I entertained with life? In this life there is no such things! Why would there be? People wield magic and swords in broad daylight! Kill dragons and…

It seems this world isn’t so bad after all for the great I.