"Huh, looks like I died."
"Damn it. All that hard work just to become a billionaire, wasted... just because of some damn cancer, oh well."
"Where is this place? Why is it so dark?"
"Is this hell? Heaven? No, those are just myths, stories told by the powerful to keep the weak in line."
"Whatever this place is, it doesn't change the fact that I died because of a damn disease."
"I can't move, huh?"
He thought helplessly, suspended in stillness for what felt like an eternity.
Time passed, how much, he couldn't tell.
Then, finally, a light.
It appeared in the distance, faint but undeniable. Something within him stirred, and instinctively, he began to move toward it as though his very existence now depended on reaching that light.
What greeted his eyes was a vast room steeped in an ancient atmosphere, radiating an aura of both luxury and power.
"Huh? Where am I?"
He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and sluggish. His limbs barely responded.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small, pudgy hand, his own.
In that instant, he understood:
"I have reincarnated as a baby."
Despite having achieved great wealth in his previous life, he had remained an avid reader of novels. Stories of reincarnation, cultivation, and immortality had always fascinated him.
Even at the peak of his success, he had never let go of that passion because immortality was something that every man thought of.
A wide grin spread across his tiny face.
'Hahaha! So even the universe refuses to let me die. Very well, this time, I'll achieve immortality. No more limits!'
With a sadistic and resolute mindset, he contemplated his newfound situation. First of all, he wanted to know if he was truly in a Cultivation world or not.
Suddenly, his gaze settled on a woman with flowing blonde hair, radiating a beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. Her face glowed with joy, her eyes filled with warmth as she looked down at him.
"Hmm… it seems she's my mother in this life," he mused. "Judging by her appearance and demeanor, my background this time looks… promising. But still, what kind of world is this?"
As he calmly assessed his situation, a commotion stirred near the door.
His attention shifted.
A tall, muscular man strode into the room, every step exuding an air of authority. There was no mistaking the power he carried, his presence alone could silence a hall. Though his face remained composed, the gleam in his eyes betrayed a deep, heartfelt joy.
Even without words, he knew.
"That must be my father."
As he focused his attention, he realized the man was speaking softly to his mother.
Gradually, the man approached and gently patted his head, a rare blend of happiness and tenderness softening the sharp edges of his expression.
If the cultivation world were to witness such a gentle look on the face of the Tyrant Emperor, it would no doubt send shockwaves through their very cores.
'Not bad, not bad. My background here is quite impressive indeed.'
As he focused on his surroundings, he noticed the man, whom he presumed to be his father, summoned a golden script that materialized from thin air. The man then spoke in a language he couldn't understand.
'Hmm… from the looks of it, I've reincarnated into a cultivation world.'
But judging by the atmosphere and the aura surrounding his parents, a realization began to dawn on him.
He may have been born as a typical villain character, perhaps even the final boss-type often seen at the end of Cultivation novels.
It was just a gut feeling, drawn from the countless stories he had read in his past life.
Still, he felt no fear. After all, this was only an initial assumption, one that could very well be wrong.
As he contemplated his current situation, exhaustion slowly crept into his body, making his eyelids heavy with sleep. Gradually, he closed his eyes and drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Unbeknownst to him, while he slept, a test was quietly conducted on his bloodline, one that soon stirred a great commotion within the palace.
To everyone's shock, the results revealed that his bloodline was even purer than that of the emperor and the queen.
The revelation was so astonishing that an ancestor emerged from seclusion to personally verify its authenticity.
Upon confirming that his bloodline was on par with their own, the ancestor promptly declared him the crown prince, on one condition: he must defeat all cultivators of the same rank within the Long bloodline during his coming-of-age ceremony.
The ancestor knew that to announce without any test would be inappropriate, as it concerned the future of the Long dynasty; after all, if he only had talent and didn't put in any hard work, it would be useless.
The news left the entire palace in a state of profound disbelief.
The realization that a bigger monster might be born in the future made commotion rise.
The ancestors, being cultivators who had surpassed the Dao Creation realm, were the progenitors of the ancient Long lineage.
"If his bloodline purity could be compared to ancestors even at such a young age, once he refined his bloodline and embarked on cultivation, he would become an unparalleled monster who could never be surpassed."
One of the elders murmured, and many shared similar thoughts.
He will have a boundless future and can dominate an era with the back of his hand.
Although some young people were a little unconvinced, they accepted it as the ancestor announced it.
Besides, they can challenge him in the crown prince coronation and see if he is really a master with their own eyes.