"Let me die.
I really don't want to live anymore."
A young boy dressed in coarse linen sat on a rock by the beach, gazing at the setting sun with a face full of melancholy.
The boy's name was Li Qinghai, and he was about fifteen years old.
He had well-defined features, delicate eyebrows, and a handsome face.
In this small fishing village, there was no other boy as handsome as him.
As a result, many girls of his age secretly admired him.
However, Li Qinghai remained indifferent.
In his view, women only distracted him from his determination to die!
The reason he wanted to die so much
was because there was a book in his mind.
The Book of Reincarnation and Good Fortune with Limitless Merits!
A book with a rather long and strange name.
It might be a system, or perhaps a cultivation manual of this world.
But that's not the point; the point is that it was a golden finger that could make him stronger.
This book, which he temporarily called the Book of Good Fortune, only had two pages with text.
On the first page, there were eight large characters.
"Choose sacrifice, and your power will be boundless."
Fortunately, it wasn't something like "To master this skill, you must first castrate yourself."
Below the eight characters, there were many small characters explaining further.
The general meaning was that as long as you died, you could reincarnate and be reborn.
With each reincarnation, you would gain different fortunes, and you could inherit the fortunes of your previous life and carry them into the next, retaining them permanently.
In other words, if you were reborn a hundred times, it would be equivalent to being born with hundreds of different fortunes bestowed upon you.
In theory, this Book of Good Fortune granted him infinite life and unlimited resources to grow stronger.
Of course, such a powerful function naturally came with its own rules and limitations.
Suicide was not allowed.
According to the Book of Good Fortune,
Suicide was considered a disregard for one's own life.
The soul would be directly obliterated, with no chance of reincarnation.
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In his previous life, Li Qinghai died suddenly from staying up all night reading novels.
And this time, it was Li Qinghai's first time crossing over and being reborn.
Regarding his background, the Book of Good Fortune had a record on the second page.
"You were born in a secluded seaside village, orphaned from a young age."
A very simple sentence, but the tragedy within was evident.
***
Just as the Book of Good Fortune recorded, 15 years ago, Li Qinghai was born in this small fishing village.
His mother died in childbirth.
His father went out to sea to fish and never returned.
He was born and brought misfortune to his parents.
The superstitious villagers of the small fishing village saw him as a bad omen.
Naturally, no family was willing to adopt him.
Superstition was a flaw of the fishermen, but they also had the virtue of kindness.
At the suggestion of the old village chief, each household took care of him for a day.
Thus, Li Qinghai managed to survive his powerless infancy.
At the beginning of life, human nature is inherently good.
All the children in the small fishing village were so innocent and pure.
Only Li Qinghai.
At the beginning of life, his heart was set on death.
He was eager to die quickly and reincarnate to be born into a better life.
So Li Qinghai was constantly looking for opportunities to court death.
However, the small fishing village faced the sea and was backed by mountains, like a paradise.
The best description of the small fishing village was that there was no theft, and doors were left unlocked at night.
The villagers were all simple and kind-hearted, and not only was there no fighting, but even quarrels were rare.
Li Qinghai stayed in the small fishing village for 10 years, yet he couldn't find a single opportunity to be killed.
Afterward, Li Qinghai changed his plan to court death.
At the age of 11, Li Qinghai packed his bags and left the small fishing village.
In the village, no one had ever tried to leave the small fishing village for generations.
But as the saying goes, the world had no roads, but when people walked more, roads were made.
Li Qinghai decided to be the first pathfinder!
He braved thorns and thickets, spending half a month climbing a large mountain.
He stood at the top of the mountain, gazing into the distance.
Beyond the mountain, there was still another mountain.
Li Qinghai was not discouraged and continued forward.
One mountain.
Two mountains.
Three mountains.
Li Qinghai didn't know how many mountains he had crossed.
But there was always a mountain in front of him.
Li Qinghai eventually gave up; if he continued, he would die in this deep mountain forest sooner or later.
Such a death not caused by others would also be considered suicide.
With tattered clothes and a disheveled appearance, Li Qinghai returned to the small fishing village in a sorry state.
Despite this unsuccessful attempt, Li Qinghai's determination to sacrifice himself remained undiminished.
Since he couldn't leave the mountains, he decided to go out to sea!
With the help of the kind fishermen, he got a large boat.
Li Qinghai set sail on a long voyage.
After spending three months at sea, he fell ill and had to return to the small fishing village.
***
In the following years, Li Qinghai could only sit on the rocks by the sea, daydreaming like today.
He hoped for a miracle, to meet an immortal or something, to take him away.
Of course, if it were an evil cultivator, that would be even better.
They could slap him to death, allowing him to reincarnate directly.
If that evil cultivator were a seductive female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, that would be the best.
Experiencing death by exhaustion would be quite novel.
As Li Qinghai was lost in thought, daydreaming, the sun was setting again, and the world gradually grew dark.
Li Qinghai reluctantly stood up.
"Sigh.
Another day without an opportunity.
Fifteen years, when will this end?"
Li Qinghai shook his head, about to go home for dinner.
Suddenly, the distant sky churned with clouds and wind.
A series of thunderous roars echoed continuously.
What was happening?
Li Qinghai looked up into the distance, trying to see what was going on.
The Book of Good Fortune in his mind suddenly reacted.
With a thought, a phantom book floated in front of him.
The third page had writing on it, which read:
[Attention, there are cultivators fighting in the distance, and your life is in danger. In your dying moments, you can make a final statement.]
[Your final words will affect your background and the inheritance of your fortune in your next life.]
[For example: If you choose to make a statement defending the small fishing village, you will be born into a kind family in your next life and gain the fortune of a righteous act.]
[If you choose to make a statement begging for mercy, you will be born into a landlord's family in your next life and gain the fortune of bullying the weak.]
[Additional explanation: A righteous act gives your words and actions a natural charm, allowing you to rally others with ease.]
[Bullying the weak: gives you an absolute suppressive force over the weak, but you have no will to resist the strong.]
[Note: If you do nothing, you will be reborn in a place similar to the small fishing village, with no changes.]
Li Qinghai looked at the words in front of him, almost moved to tears.
Fifteen years!
Fifteen whole years.
The Book of Good Fortune finally reacted again.
He could die.
He could finally die!
At the same time, the battle between the two cultivators had already reached the sea above the small fishing village.
On the sea, deafening explosions sounded one after another, and water columns were blasted into the sky.
All the residents of the small fishing village ran out of their houses, trembling as they watched everything unfold.
The voice of a cultivator rolled in like thunder.
"Jian Jiu, both of us are already seriously injured. Why continue to press on? Must we both fall before you are satisfied?" one of the cultivators shouted angrily.
"Yin Laomo, there's no need for words. Today, even if I die, I will completely destroy you!" The middle-aged sword cultivator known as Jian Jiu raised his flying sword, ready to face death.
"Fine, fine, fine! In that case, none of us will live! Haha, there's even a small fishing village ahead; let it be buried with us!"
Yin Laomo charged toward the small fishing village, followed by towering waves.
Li Qinghai's eyes lit up.
It was happening.
It was time to make his final statement.