I transmigrated into the body of a cultivation wastrel, born without one of my souls and unable to feel joy, anger, love, or hatred.
In his despair, Lin Ye bound the [Supreme Support System of the Heavens].
The System issued a mission in an icy voice:
“Beginner mission: Find this System.”
“Mission hint: It is you, and you are it.”
Lin Ye was dumbfounded. “Find myself? What is this, nesting dolls?”
Years later, he refined the blood of the Demon Emperor, took command of the Wheel of Reincarnation, stood atop an emperor’s corpse, and pointed his sword at the heavens.
The System accompanied him through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet its voice grew more and more like... that of a gentle person.
Then the world-ending calamity descended. The System scattered all its data for him, leaving behind just one sentence:
“Don’t cry... I... was you all along...”
At that moment, for the first time, a deafening sound echoed through Lin Ye’s hollow chest...
The sound of a heart breaking.
