A Writer's Transmigration With A System

The young master had never expected that he had encountered a person that could wipe him and his family out of the face of earth.

He had already made the mistake of going against Li Jiwen.

Li Jiwen did not care too much about a life or two that he would take in this moment.

He moved to the young master’s place, and as he was doing so, he made a sword appear in his hand.

It was not the Sword of Asura at all.

It was indeed the actual blade that he was using to kill different cultivators in his own path.

He decided that going against the people that he would need to go against, he would need a powerful sword, but not the too known the Sword of Asura.

He played with that blade and moved closer with the sword in hand.

The four men appeared in front of him, surrounding him on all sides.

As they saw him, the young master’s voice was loud, and he said with almost the sound of a dog barking, "Get him!"

Li Jiwen hummed slowly and said, "Well, you brought this upon yourself, you little shit."

He moved closer and closer, and it seemed that time was moving too slow even for the people there.

But they never knew that they were against a Nascent Soul cultivator such as Li Jiwen. As the kid hid it from them.

They were basically killing themselves by their own hands.

But he did not carry any righteousness, and so he moved closer to them.

The sword at his hand was already loudly gushing for blood.

At the very moment that all three appeared in front of him and tried to attack, Li Jiwen just moved his sword.

With three slashes, the three Golden Core cultivators did not die, and that was the most important thing.

They were injured, and their cultivation was cut completely.

Their Golden Cores were destroyed, and their souls were almost too injured to live again and to try and cultivate again.

This was worse than death to any cultivator, and they knew it.

Now they knew that they had used all their luck.

Li Jiwen did not care too much, and he just knocked them out and knocked them aside with his own aura.

He came closer to the young master.

In front of him, the young master just began to beg.

It was not to the point alone, the young master actually wet his pants.

If any of his own people or subordinates, as well as his enemies, saw him in this predicament, they would all laugh at him nonstop.

Li Jiwen did not care too much about what the young kid was thinking or what he would do.

He just hummed and said, "You brought this to yourself. But death is too much of a gift for such a person that is as hideous as you. Now you shall see how exactly a person truly faces death as well as truly faces the painful existence that they are."

Li Jiwen finally made a golden sword appear in front of him, and it slowly began to come closer and closer to the man.

He did not even care in the slightest.

He made the man stop in his tracks, and at the very same time, he made the sword come close to his legs.

With a gushing sound of metal entering into flesh, the sword entered the man’s leg.

The young master erupted into cries.

Li Jiwen did not care too much about that. He had heard the cries of people begging and pleading in the last couple of months, and he did not care even the slightest.

He had been changed by this world.

He looked at the man’s own painful face and said, "Well, that’s just the start. Let’s see exactly how you think about it after this."

He laughed.

The young master’s body was trembling.

He was heaving in pain all over his face, as well as making painful sounds as if a dog was being killed.

Li Jiwen did not stop at that point.

He wanted to see what exactly this young kid would do when he faced a predicament so powerful and so painful to him.

But now he faced something worse than death.

He wished that he had never gone against this person.

Li Jiwen did not care too much about that, and he just moved the sword closer into the man’s body.

He began to make the sword go closer to the bones.

With a loud gush of blood and a loud sound of bones breaking under pressure, the man’s body was heaving for air.

He began to scream and screech.

But there was nothing to stop the actual pain from coming and continuing.

That was the scary part of it.

Bored enough by then, slowly a sword appeared in his hand, the same sword that he had already had.

With one movement, he cut off the man’s head with a loud thud.

The man was trying to stop the attack, but it was in vain.

He never stopped.

Li Jiwen would never stop against any scum like that that tried to stop him in his tracks.

He had already grown since death, at least to the death of other people at his hand.

He was indifferent to the death or life of others.

What was the meaning of anything against a person that had probably already killed hundreds of thousands?

He knew exactly that this young master had done that and probably done worse in his life.

Li Jiwen looked at the broken body of the young master and said, "Another one of them."

He had not chosen to do anything around that.

That was the pain of being someone of power.

That was the pain of being someone with existence and power to actually decide others’ existence.

For the first time in this world, he felt something kind of actual distance from humanity, but it did not settle with him too much.

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