‘Nice to meet you too..?’

“Mhm, so onto business.” The self-proclaimed god continued with the pre prepared script. “As you have been very entertainin- cough suffered too many misgivings and grievances, I will now allow you to reincarnate as well as grand you a wish. State what you want, mortal.”

Li Zimu didn’t know wether to laugh or to cry. So he was going to experience life after all! The only prerequisite was that he didn’t die. Yes, he must not die.

Not knowing where this strange motivation was sprouting from, he yelled in his heart his deepest, most chunni desires.

“I want the strongest armor!”

It was only when he noticed the evil glint in the god’s eyes before he realised he had probably made a mistake. Before he had a choice to say anything more, the white room in front of his eyes vanished and everything was shrouded in darkness.

Instinctively, he knew he had been reincarnated. His first reaction, obviously, was to feel up his body for this legendary armor he should have received. After performing this action was when he realized he did not have arms. Or that he couldn’t move them.

Neither could he move any other parts of his body. In this dark, yet warm place, his grandmaster level webnovel wisdom concluded that he had reincarnated as a baby.

A baby that couldn’t do anything for years. Lamenting the boring days ahead, his weak consciousness was engulfed with a huge wave of information, namely the ‘noob info pack’ which included the ‘language pack’, the ‘basic cultivation pack’ and various others. All together for an astonishingly cheap price of, well, it was free.

Anyway, the information transferred itself into Li Zimu’s memories like 500gb of files downloading onto a 2010 level laptop.

Naturally, in the next moment, Li Zimu fainted as more and more information poured into his head.

Softly, a mechanical voice sounded in his consciousness.

[Ding! Suitable host found, binding to host 1%, compiling relevant data]

…

It was unknown how much time passed before Li Zimu groggily woke up. Still immobile, he simply stayed still and started to organize the information.

He had reincarnated onto the stereotypical xianxia cultivation world. A massive continent named Cloud Continent in a small kingdom named Azure Sky Kingdom.

… Faced with this lame naming sense, Li Zimu could not help but rebut the author to be a noob.

Sighing on the inside, Li Zimu continued to absorb information. In this continent, everyone, commoner or prince, could cultivate. Their talent would depend of the elements they had affinity to as well as the quality of their spirit roots.

The higher the quality, the faster they would be able to cultivate. The higher the affinity to an element, they better they could control it resulting in stronger skills.

Even if someone had extreme affinity to an element, if said person’s cultivation was too low, they would still be smashed to death by someone of a higher cultivation. A rich man could smash a poor man to death with his money, even if the poor man had a knife. This was highly unlikely as talent and affinity usually came hand in hand.

Although talent and affinity was determined by birth, elixirs and various cultivation resources could easily make up a difference in talent. As such, a prince would most definitely be stronger than a beggar.

Cultivation started with Qi Disciple, the stage a common person would be stuck on their whole lives. Then came Qi Fighters, which were the entry to the cultivators world. Yet these were the end to which a normal person could attain through training, with the exception of a heavenly talent. However, those would often be snatched up by various sects and clans and buried in cultivation resources.

Afterwards one could proceed to cultivate through the long list of true cultivation stages which only cultivators could ascend to; Core Formation, Ordinary Core, Gold Core, Crystal Core, Spirit Core, Spirit Formation… etc. There were too many to count.

And even then, each stage was spread into 9 levels. Each level would require many years of cultivation. The only comfort was the increase in lifespan that accompanied each breakthrough. A Qi Fighter would live for naturally for 200 years on average while a normal person would live for 100. The lifespan increases exponentially, yet the amount of cultivation required for each stage increased even faster.

No one knows where the path of cultivation ends, yet it is widely spread that once one proceeds far enough, said cultivator would ascend to the immortal realm.

Excited to start on his path to immortality, Li Zimu could only sleep and wait to be born and grow up. It wasn’t that his body couldn’t cultivate, of course, no baby has ever cultivated. After all, what kind of baby has the intellect to understand cultivating techniques.

And even if they did, they were merely babies with low intellect, most children would have some accidents when they first embarked on their cultivation journeys resulting in some minor explosions. Exploding outside was fine as there were elders to look after the children, inside a mother’s womb however… let’s not talk about that, shall we.

…

Time passed slowly as there was nothing to do. After who knows how long, Li Zimu woke up discovering he could move his little limbs. Moving was an exaggeration though, as he could barely shift his chubby little leg.

Sighing mentally, his boredom was killing him slowly. Li Zimu was a man not afraid of pain nor trouble. His only fear is boredom, and perhaps creepy crawlies. His fear resulted from the trauma of finding half a worm in his apple during his childhood. Yes, only half, as for the other half of the poor worm…

It was at that moment where he was pondering over useless things that a strangely mechanical voice sounded in his consciousness.

[Ding! System binding complete. System 00182 binded to host]

[Nice to meet you, weak ass host]

‘Ah, this mean system called me weak. What baby is not weak, this is bullying. ..Wait, system!? I now have a system!’