I woke up to find myself the evil master from a cultivation novel.
In the original story, my corrupted disciple would rip out my tendons and skin me alive, then seal my soul beneath the Demon Abyss.
The System told me: “The only way to change your fate is to raise your disciple into a virtuous leader of the righteous path.”
I looked at the wounded, gloomy-eyed boy before me and fell into deep thought.
After all, in the original story, this future Demon Lord was kneeling at my feet right now.
“Master,” he said hoarsely. “Your disciple has done wrong.”
I lifted his chin and studied him for a moment.
“Done wrong? Your mistake is that you haven’t been ruthless enough.”
