"Damn, I'm dead!" Those were my first words upon recovering memories from Earth. Waking up in a cultivation realm seemed like destiny—power, immortality, endless adventures awaited. Then reality crashed down. My sister severed ties with a crippled young master, setting the stage for his inevitable ascension as the protagonist. My mother extracted a Dao Bone from my cousin's body and grafted it into mine—a decision that would surely spark their vengeance. As for me? I was already written as a disposable villain: oppressing the powerless, weaponizing my Bai Clan heritage for dominance. The cruellest irony lay in my weakness—even possessing a Dao Bone, my cultivation prowess remained abysmal. A single lifeline existed. The System bound to my soul for years, dormant and unrecognized. "I never understood what I possessed... until I realized—it was written in English!"