I Cultivate by Breaking Gene Locks

No matter how hard he trained, his physical fitness score remained stuck around the low hundreds. His grades were the worst in class, and his best friend had been beaten into a vegetative state while protecting him. And it was all because Li Acheng was a good-for-nothing, a failure in everyone’s eyes.

When Acheng was at his wit’s end, his body, pushed to its limits through training, began to condense a trace of purple life essence. The first chain of his genetic lock quietly opened.

While everyone else cultivated by absorbing energy particles from their surroundings, I, Acheng, broke through by training until I had wrung every last bit of potential from my body.

Acheng understood: the world admired the strong, so he would climb to the very top.