In a room that felt more like a decaying tomb than a living space, a sixteen-year-old boy lay motionless on a hard, wooden bed. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting wood. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he bolted upright with a blood-curdling scream that echoed off the cracked, grimy walls. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
But as the echoes died down, a chilling silence took over, and his confusion turned into pure shock.
The last thing he remembered was a world of asphalt and neon. He had been on his way to meet his girlfriend at their secret spot—a place where the world felt soft and safe. But that safety had been shattered when men in black masks emerged from the shadows like predators. He had fled into the depths of a dense forest, branches clawing at his skin, until he reached the edge of a jagged cliff. With the thugs closing in and no way out, he had ground his teeth in defiance and plummeted into the abyss. He remembered the bone-crushing impact against a massive black rock before everything went dark.
Now, he was here. He scanned his surroundings, but nothing made sense. This was an ancient, primitive room. No wires, no screens, no hum of electricity. Just as he tried to process this, a searing pain tore through his skull, as if a red-hot needle was stitching new memories into his brain.
He realized with a jolt that he had transmigrated.
This world was massive—hundreds of times larger than Earth—and governed by the law of the jungle. Here, technology was a myth, and personal power was the only currency. The body he now inhabited belonged to Su Han, the fallen heir of the Su Clan. Two years ago, Su Han had been a cultivation prodigy, a rising star destined for greatness. But a mysterious attacker had shattered his Dantian, destroying his path to power. Shortly after, his father had vanished into the unknown while searching for a cure, leaving Su Han defenseless.
The once-honored Young Master was now a pariah, discarded like trash in this broken shack, mocked and beaten by those who used to flatter him.
BAM!
The fragile door was kicked open with such force that it nearly flew off its hinges. A stout boy with eyes full of arrogance swaggered in. This was Su Xiao. He looked at Su Han with a sneer that twisted his fatty face. "Hey, trash! I gave you my boots to polish this morning. Where are they? Bring them here now!"
His tone was foul, treating the Young Master like a common slave. In the past, Su Xiao would have crawled on the ground just for a nod from Su Han, but now that Su Han's father was gone, the boy had become a loyal dog to the Great Elder's son.
Su Han looked at him with icy eyes, his voice steady despite the pain. "I am not your servant."
Su Xiao barked out a laugh. "It seems you've forgotten the beating I gave you last time. Maybe your skin is itching for another lesson?"
As the bully stepped forward, a girl rushed into the room. She was Chu Yao, Su Han's personal maid. She had been with him since childhood, brought home by his father years ago. She was the only person who hadn't turned her back on him.
"Young Master! You're finally awake!" she cried out, her voice trembling. She immediately stepped in front of Su Han, shielding him with her own body. She turned to Su Xiao, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger. "Master Su Xiao, please leave! The Young Master is still recovering from his injuries. Do not disturb him!"
Su Xiao didn't listen. Instead, he licked his lips as his gaze crawled over Chu Yao. She was sixteen, slender and beautiful, with hair tied in twin ponytails and eyes as sharp as a phoenix's. Even in her simple maid's clothes, her fair skin glowed.
"I'll let your pathetic master go," Su Xiao said, his voice dropping to a predatory whisper. "But what's in it for me? I've liked you for a long time, Chu Yao. Why don't you 'take care' of me today? If you do, I might stop bothering this piece of trash."
Without waiting for an answer, he reached out a greasy hand to stroke her cheek. Chu Yao recoiled in disgust, her face turning pale. Su Xiao's expression darkened instantly. "Don't test my patience. This is for your own good—and his."
He reached for her clothes this time. Chu Yao tried to slap his hand away, but she was a weak girl with no cultivation. Su Xiao, a Level 2 Body Refiner, easily caught her wrist. "You little bitch, you don't know what's good for you!"
SLAP!
The sound was sharp and violent. Chu Yao was sent sprawling to the floor, a vivid red handprint blooming on her porcelain cheek. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't make a sound.
Seeing the girl who had protected him for years being treated like this triggered something deep inside Su Han. A primal rage, fueled by both his old soul and the memories of this body, exploded.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Su Han screamed, launching himself off the bed. He forgot his shattered Dantian; he forgot his weakness. He just wanted to kill.
Su Xiao laughed, a mocking sound. "A cripple wants to play hero?"
As Su Han lunged, Su Xiao planted a heavy kick squarely into Su Han's chest. The impact felt like being hit by a speeding truck. Su Han was hurled backward, slamming into the stone wall. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his vision began to blur.
Just as he felt his consciousness slipping, a cold, mechanical voice resonated inside his soul:
[DING! Congratulations to the Host for awakening the Invincible Supreme Dragon System!]
[DING! Host has accidentally killed an ant! Gained 10 Experience Points and 5 Silver Coins!]
[DING! Host has gained a Common-Grade Skill: "Tear Apart with Teeth"!]
[DING! First-time awakening bonus: 100 Experience Points and 100 Silver Coins granted!]
[DING! Alchemy Sub-profession unlocked!]
[DING! Weapon Smithing Sub-profession unlocked!]
[DING! Puppet Mastery Sub-profession unlocked!]
[DING! Talisman Crafting Sub-profession unlocked!]
[DING! Host has received 1/5th of the Divine Artifact: Supreme Golden Dragon Sword!]
[DING! Host has successfully broken through to Level 1 Body Refining Realm!]
The flood of notifications made Su Han's head spin for a second, but then a wild, predatory smile spread across his bloodied lips. Is this it? My 'Golden Finger'?
His eyes sharpened as he looked at Su Xiao, who was already turning back toward the trembling Chu Yao. Su Han glanced at the system skill: Tear Apart with Teeth? What am I, a dog? He shook his head. He was now at Level 1, while Su Xiao was Level 2, but the system had healed his core.
Su Han's hand crept toward the side table, grabbing a small, sharp fruit knife. While Su Xiao was distracted, Su Han's movements became a blur. He wasn't just a cripple anymore. With a surge of newfound strength, he drove the knife deep into Su Xiao's backside—right between the buttocks.
"ARGHHH!" Su Xiao let out a high-pitched shriek, spinning around in agony. He tried to throw a punch at Su Han's chest, but Su Han was ready. He ducked the blow and, before Su Xiao could pull the knife out, Su Han delivered a brutal kick directly to the bully's crotch.
Su Xiao collapsed to his knees, his face turning a sickly shade of purple. He couldn't even scream; only a strangled wheeze escaped his throat. Su Han didn't give him a second to breathe. He stepped forward and delivered a crushing kick to Su Xiao's face, sending him tumbling across the floor.
Su Han walked over, his footsteps heavy and deliberate, and pressed his foot firmly onto Su Xiao's throat.
"Let... let me go..." Su Xiao gasped, his eyes bulging with terror. "Young Master Su Chen won't... won't let you live for this..."
Su Han's smile was terrifying. "You seem to have forgotten, you piece of filth... I am the Young Master. Anyone who recognizes someone else is a rebel."
Without a hint of mercy, Su Han shifted his weight and pressed down with all his might.
CRACK!
The sound of snapping bone filled the room. Su Xiao's eyes went wide, his head twisted at an unnatural angle, and the light faded from his pupils. The bully was dead.