Laying Low in a World of Mass Gaming, I Slay My Way Through with Cultivation

On the very first day after transmigrating, An Zhui gets robbed of everything.

At thirty-eight, bankrupt and buried in debt, with his family torn apart, even this world seems to be telling him: you’re finished.

There’s no beginner’s protection and no second life. Everyone starts from scratch. The Military Alliance follows the rules, the Wild Wolf Alliance respects only strength, and all An Zhui has left is an exhausted middle-aged body.

Then he finds a stone beside a trash heap.

The moment his aptitude for cultivation awakens, An Zhui makes a decision: hide it at all costs. By day, he acts like a loser. By night, he hunts monsters and absorbs their cores. While others chop wood for a pittance, he quietly breaks through to the fifth level of Qi Refining. While others are bullied by the Wild Wolf Alliance, he watches from the shadows with a cold smile.

Then comes the monster tide. Thousands of monsters engulf the city walls. The military is routed, players flee, and the town is on the verge of becoming a living hell.

Everyone is waiting for a savior.

Then they see the middle-aged man who used to scavenge trash tear open his ragged coat and stride into the horde, blade in hand.

One slash, and the monster tide retreats. One thrust, and the leader falls.

Amid the corpses filling the city, An Zhui wipes the blood from his face and says calmly:

“I’m just an ordinary man trying to stay alive.”

And yet this ordinary man seals himself a legend with a single sword.

(Secretive cultivation, a middle-aged comeback, and one-slash action. No saintly heroics, no dumbed-down characters, just a man determined to live with dignity.)