Cultivating a Universe Inside Me Scared Away the Spiritual Energy

I took the spiritual aptitude test fifteen times. Every score was zero.

The whole town laughed and called me Heaven's rejected one, never realizing that whenever I cultivated, the spiritual energy fled in terror. “Monster! There's a black hole inside him!”

It wasn't until my mother collapsed, coughing blood, and I broke into the Spirit-Devouring Forbidden Zone that I learned the truth: this world was one vast laboratory.

The so-called cultivators were crops kept in captivity.

The so-called ascension was just the harvest once they had ripened.

And my “Heaven-Abandoned Body,” numbered 973, was the laboratory's most failed masterpiece, and also... the only hammer capable of smashing the cage.

As the Observer's silver spear pierced my companion's chest, as my mother's cryogenic pod flashed on the screen,

I smiled at the heavens. “Don't you love to harvest?”

“Today, it's my turn.”