"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 mencholy.
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 vilge, 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 wao die so much
was because there was a book in his mind.
The Book of Reination and Good Fortuh 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 fihat 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 rge 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 expining further.
The general meaning was that as long as you died, you could reinate and be reborn.
With each reination, you would gain different fortunes, and you could i the fortunes of your previous life and carry them into the , retaining them permaly.
In other words, if you were reborn a huimes, 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 fun naturally came with its own rules and limitations.
Suicide was not allowed.
Acc to the Book of Good Fortune,
Suicide was sidered a disregard for one's own life.
The soul would be directly obliterated, with no ce of reination.
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 sed page.
"You were born in a secluded seaside vilge, 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 vilge.
His mother died in childbirth.
His father went out to sea to fish and never returned.
He was born and brought misfortuo his parents.
The superstitious vilgers of the small fishing vilge saw him as a bad omen.
Naturally, no family was willing to adopt him.
Superstition was a fw of the fishermen, but they also had the virtue of kindness.
At the suggestion of the old vilge chief, each household took care of him for a day.
Thus, Li Qinghai mao survive his powerless infancy.
At the beginning of life, human nature is ily good.
All the children in the small fishing vilge were so i and pure.
Only Li Qinghai.
At the beginning of life, his heart was set oh.
He was eager to die quickly and reinate to be born into a better life.
So Li Qinghai was stantly looking for opportuo court death.
However, the small fishing vilge faced the sea and was backed by mountains, like a paradise.
The best description of the small fishing vilge was that there was no theft, and doors were left unlocked at night.
The vilgers were all simple and kied, and not only was there no fighting, but even quarrels were rare.
Li Qinghai stayed in the small fishing vilge for 10 years, yet he couldn't find a single opportunity to be killed.
Afterward, Li Qinghai ged his pn to court death.
At the age of 11, Li Qinghai packed his bags ahe small fishing vilge.
In the vilge, no one had ever tried to leave the small fishing vilge feions.
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 rge 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 disced and tinued 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 tinued, he would die in this deep mountain forest sooner or ter.
Such a death not caused by others would also be sidered suicide.
With tattered clothes and a disheveled appearance, Li Qinghai returo the small fishing vilge 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 fisherme a rge 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 vilge.
***
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 eveer.
They could sp him to death, allowing him to reinate directly.
If that evil cultivator were a seductive female cultivator from the Hehua, that would be the best.
Experieng death by exhaustion would be quite novel.
As Li Qinghai was lost in thought, daydreaming, the sun was setting again, and the wradually grew dark.
Li Qinghai relutly 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 ed with clouds and wind.
A series of thunderous roars echoed tinuously.
What was happening?
Li Qinghai looked up into the distarying 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 make a final statement.]
[Your final words will affect your background and the iance of your fortune in your life.]
[For example: If you choose to make a statement defending the small fishing vilge, you will be born into a kind family in your 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 ndlord's family in your life and gain the fortune of bullying the weak.]
[Additional expnation: A righteous act gives your words and as 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 pce simir to the small fishing vilge, with no ges.]
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 betweewo cultivators had already reached the sea above the small fishing vilge.
On the sea, deafening explosions sounded oer another, and water ns were bsted into the sky.
All the residents of the small fishing vilge 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 tio 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 pletely 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 vilge ahead; let it be buried with us!"
Yin Laomo charged toward the small fishing vilge, followed by t waves.
Li Qinghai's eyes lit up.
It was happening.
It was time to make his final statement.
