Kaizer stared at the glowing screen, eyes burning red from hours of grinding.
> [FINAL BOSS DEFEATED: BLOOD DAO TYRANT - LEVEL 9999]
"Let's gooooooo! You damn cheat-code-wearing parasite!" he yelled, pumping his fist in the air.
His headset buzzed and his character glitched. The background music stuttered.
Then…
Everything on his screen turned black.
A single line of glowing red text appeared:
> "Congratulations. You've completed DRAMORTAL CULTIVATOR at 100% completion."
"Make a wish."
"…Huh?" Kaizer leaned in. "Nice prank. Where's the gacha screen?".
Another line blinked.
> "Any wish. One only. Choose wisely."
Kaizer, half-laughing and half-exhausted, typed what he always wanted:
> "I want to become a cultivator like a god in manhwa and webnovels. With a system that makes me endlessly powerful."
He hit Enter.
The room grew dark. The lights flickered. A sharp pain tore through his chest. His heart squeezed like a crumpled soda can. He collapsed, clutching his chest.
> [USER DECEASED]
The screen shattered.
---
[ New World - DRAMORTAL CULTIVATOR ]
When Kaizer opened his eyes again, the sky was purple. The trees shimmered with divine light. Floating mountains hovered in the distance, rivers of lightning dancing between them. He wasn't in his apartment anymore.
His body felt different—lighter, stronger. He touched his chest.
No heart pain. No weakness. Just raw, surging power.
A chime rang in his mind.
> [System Online]
Welcome, Aizer Wang. You now wield the Crown to the Beyond.
Realm: Primordial Godless (Peak)
You are the only one. You are the first. You are limitless.
"…Holy sh*t."
Aizer waved his hand and shattered a mountain ten miles away by accident.
"Oops."
He looked at his hand, then laughed.
"I'm broken."
---
Later That Day...
He walked through a desolate sect valley. Dozens of cultivators were kneeling before a grand sect elder.
"This is your punishment, Ru!" the elder barked at a small figure.
A tiny girl—barely three years old—stood defiant. She had silver scales, tiny horns, and a tail.
"I didn't steal your treasure! I was hungry!" she cried.
Aizer blinked. "Wait… is that a baby dragon?"
The elder raised his hand to slap her.
Aizer appeared in front of him, smiling.
"Old man, how about you slap someone your size?"
He grabbed the elder's wrist and crushed it like dry bread.
"Y-You dare!" the elder stuttered.
"I dare. I double dare. Hell, I quintuple dare," Aizer said, casually floating mid-air. "Now get lost."
With a flick of his finger, the elder was launched into the stratosphere.
Ru stared up at him, eyes wide.
"W-Who are you?"
He crouched, smiling. "Name's Aizer Wang. Wanna be my first disciple?"
Ru wiped her nose. "Will… will you feed me?"
"You'll eat better than gods."
She sniffled. "Okay!"
Ding!
> [Disciple Acquired: Ru Wang - Baby Dragon (Age 3)]
The sun floated like a lazy golden egg in the violet sky as Aizer carried his new disciple, Ru Wang, on his shoulders.
She clung to his hair like it was divine thread, her tiny claws poking his scalp.
"Master," she asked with big teary eyes, "can we get roasted phoenix meat? I heard it's the best…"
Aizer sighed. "You're three. Why do you sound like you've eaten the whole beast encyclopedia?"
"I memorized all five volumes. I got bored when that elder locked me in the Void Pantry."
He blinked. "…You were locked in a Void Pantry?"
Ru nodded. "Yup. It's where they keep spoiled spirit tofu and cursed dumplings."
"…You are SO my disciple."
As they floated over the horizon, Aizer waved his hand.
A brilliant table of food manifested mid-air:
Roasted phoenix leg, fried heaven crab, spicy demon ribs, noodles made from celestial silkworm threads, and—just for the fun of it—an enormous bucket of spiritual chicken wings dipped in infernal honey glaze.
Ru's jaw dropped. "Are you a god of cooking?!"
"I'm something worse," Aizer said, pointing to his head.
> [System Ability: Mind Matrix – Access to all knowledge of existence. Including recipes, techniques, and forbidden trivia.]
"I know every recipe, Ru. I could bake a dimension if I felt like it."
Ru chomped on a drumstick the size of her face. "You're my favorite."
"You say that now," he replied with a grin. "Wait till I teach you how to cultivate by sunbathing."
---
Meanwhile, Somewhere in Another Reality…
A dark screen flickered to life in an ancient hall lit with red torches.
Alice Vaelmont, dressed in worn armor, coughed blood as she collapsed in the middle of a training circle. Her blade cracked in two.
"Again," her master barked. "You'll never awaken your Reality Spirit like this!"
She trembled, lips pale. "Yes, master…"
From above, unseen by all, Aizer floated between dimensions, watching.
She was training alone in the Reality of Shattered Suns, a place no sane cultivator ever visits.
She wasn't strong.
She wasn't talented.
But she tried.
Aizer's eyes narrowed.
> [Tracking Soul Thread: Alice Vaelmont – Female Lead Detected.]
[You are now watching the Protagonist of another Story.]
He scoffed. "Tch. Another one, huh? I'm the protagonist slapper, not a rom-com voyeur."
But… he couldn't look away.
There was something about her—the way she struggled, the way she fell and still stood up again.
"…Cute," he muttered.
---
Back to Aizer & Ru...
Ru burped a small puff of divine smoke.
Aizer patted her head. "Alright, training time."
"But I'm full…"
"Perfect. Full belly, empty mind, maximum chaos cultivation."
He stood on one leg, arms wide.
"Now copy me, Ru. This is the Ninefold Dumbbutt Monkey Stance. Ancient, forbidden, and entirely made up."
Ru mimicked him, wobbly. "Like this?"
"Good. Now inhale the essence of the clouds and exhale your bad decisions."
Ru sucked in air, cheeks puffing.
Suddenly—BOOM!—a ripple of energy exploded from her. The clouds above parted like scared sheep.
> [Disciple Ru Wang has broken through: From Mortal Hatchling to Baby True Dragon (Level 1).]
Aizer blinked. "…Wait, that actually worked?"
Ru sparkled. "Did I do good?"
"You just invented a new cultivation method by burping," Aizer said, blinking. "You're either a genius… or I am."
They both high-fived mid-air.
---
Far Across the Realm…
Whispers stirred across the realm as a terrifying presence awoke.
The Mythical Heaven-Devouring Sect sensed an anomaly.
"A new Primordial Godless energy… but not from the Divine Records…" a robed figure growled. "Who dares break the balance?"
A scroll unfurled by itself, revealing Aizer's face—smiling, holding a chicken leg, giving a peace sign.
"...What the hell kind of enemy is this?" the elder muttered.
---
Back at Camp Kaizer…
Aizer snapped his fingers and made a hut appear.
"We sleep here tonight. Tomorrow, I show you how to create your own sword… by insulting it until it cries and begs to serve you."
Ru nodded solemnly. "I will slap it with honor."
Aizer stared at the stars, mind drifting.
Somewhere, Alice was still pushing through.
"I'll find you soon," he whispered. "Not as a killer. Not as a god. Just as a dude with too much power and not enough chill."
Ru curled up next to him, tail wrapped around his leg.
> [You have gained +1 Bond with Disciple Ru Wang.]
[You have unlocked "Warmth of the Dragonling" – minor immunity to loneliness.]
Aizer smiled.
"…Damn. This slice-of-life crap's gonna grow on me."
---
The morning mist danced between the mountains, and birds chirped notes that sounded suspiciously like a flute solo from a cultivation drama opening.
Aizer yawned and sat up in his summoned bamboo hut, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Ru was still curled up beside him, snoring with tiny sparks flicking from her nostrils. Her dragon tail thumped the floor gently like a sleepy puppy.
"Today," he whispered, stretching, "we do the most sacred thing a cultivator can do."
Ru opened one eye groggily. "Eat breakfast?"
"No," he said, dramatically summoning a glittering scroll. "We forge your first weapon."
Ru gasped. "Can I name it 'Chompy'?"
"We'll negotiate. First, to the Divine Blade Graveyard!"
---
[ The Divine Blade Graveyard ]
Ru floated beside Aizer on a cloud made of leftover soup steam. (Aizer called it his Broth Board.)
They arrived at a blackened canyon where a thousand broken swords were stabbed into the ground. A thunderstorm rumbled eternally overhead.
"Why is it always raining in sword places?" Ru whispered.
"Because swords are dramatic little crybabies," Aizer replied, landing.
As they stepped between the ancient relics, a sword hilt twitched.
Then another.
Suddenly, a massive ghostly sword spirit rose from the earth, glowing blue with burning eyes.
"WHO DARES TRESPASS IN THE GRAVE OF LEGENDS?"
Aizer smirked and cracked his knuckles. "Yo."
The spirit flinched. "...What?"
"Name's Aizer Wang. Primordial Godless Realm Peak Rank. Came to pick a fight and adopt a sword."
The spirit narrowed its eyes. "You are unworthy. This is sacred ground—"
"I have a three-year-old dragon disciple who named her future sword 'Chompy.' I am sacred."
---
The Sword Duel That Wasn't
The sword spirit's form expanded into a storm of blades, spiraling around Aizer like a tornado.
Ru floated back, wide-eyed. "Master—!"
But Aizer just yawned.
"Listen here, edgy butterknife," he said. "You're probably some fallen god-sword who once cut stars and cried when your master died. Boohoo. I get it. You're lonely. But I didn't come here to babysit steel."
The storm paused.
"Did you just call me a… butterknife?"
Aizer stepped forward and poked the spirit's glowing chest.
"You wanna be remembered? Be wielded. Otherwise, stay here and rust like the rest of your melodramatic cousins."
The sword spirit blinked. Once. Twice.
Then… it blushed.
Or at least, glowed a shy pink.
[Sword Spirit "Vaelstryx" has been emotionally damaged. You are now its favorite cultivator.]
> Vaelstryx: "T-then… you may wield me, but only if you call me pretty once a week…"
Aizer raised an eyebrow.
"I'll do it hourly if you behave."
> [You have obtained: Legendary Sentient Blade – Vaelstryx, the Sharp-Tongued.]
Ru clapped. "Yay! We got Chompy!"
"Nope," Aizer said, hoisting the sword. "She says her name is Vaelstryx."
"But I like Chompy…"
Vaelstryx flickered. "I refuse to be called—"
Ru puffed her cheeks and glared.
Vaelstryx sighed. "...Fine. 'Chompy' is an acceptable battle name…"
---
Meanwhile in Alice's Reality…
Alice Vaelmont stood at the edge of a burning battlefield. She was wounded again, her hand trembling as she held her shattered blade.
"Just once," she whispered, "I want to win without losing something…"
A shadow flickered behind her. A monstrous cultivator, ten times her strength, charged with bloodlust in his eyes.
> [She will die here.]
> [Activate? Yes / No]
Aizer hovered above her world once again, watching from the rift between realms.
He stared at the [YES] button.
He clenched his fist.
"Not yet. She hasn't bloomed yet."
But he left a whisper in the wind.
Alice heard it, just faintly.
"Stand up, protagonist. Someone's watching."
Her eyes widened. She moved. The blade struck air instead of bone.
And she lived.
---
Back in Aizer's Realm…
Ru flew circles around her new sword, which was hovering and trying to avoid her.
"Master! Chompy won't let me braid her hilt!"
"She's not into fashion. She's into dramatic speeches and slicing gods."
"Can she do both?"
Aizer nodded. "In this story? Absolutely."
> [Your disciple has bonded with her first divine weapon. +3 Destiny Points Gained.]
Suddenly, a ripple tore through the skies above.
A golden lotus bloomed in mid-air.
A voice boomed:
"CHALLENGER AIZER WANG. YOUR EXISTENCE DISTURBS THE BALANCE. THE SUPREME CIRCLE SUMMONS YOU TO THE STAGE OF ETERNAL COMBAT."
Aizer sighed. "Already?"
He turned to Ru. "Looks like Daddy's gotta go slap some universal elders."
Ru looked up, concerned. "Will you come back?"
He knelt and booped her nose. "Every time."
He looked at the sky, smiled, and said…
"Let's break some protagonist faces."