A Writer's Transmigration With A System

Li Jiwen began to look around, trying to see a place or a way out of this thing, but there was no way.

He had not known anything about this world.

He could feel that these people were much stronger than him, and if he truly tried to wiggle out of this place, he would get killed.

Finally, he stopped and began to be serious.

He looked at the guards getting into his house and trying to shackle him.

"What do you mean, treason?"

Suddenly, Li Jiwen could feel pain unforeseen before.

His mind felt like it was being drilled by hundreds of drills.

Finally, he screamed so loud that all the guards could feel their souls being shocked from how much agony was in that scream.

He could no longer sense them.

His mind had already failed, and he was unconscious.

This was the memory transfer that he had been waiting for such a long time.

Finally, he appeared in an absolute void of nothing.

All around him were memories.

This was the case displayed of the original owner’s body.

Li Jiwen looked around.

He could feel fear blowing inside him.

He knew exactly what was happening.

This was memory transfer.

The point that everything would change, and he would know exactly where he was and how he would survive if he would ever...

Finally, Li Jiwen said, as he looked at the memories and began to seep them in, "Oh, interesting."

A cry escaped his mouth, and he began to seep in even more memories.

The world began to spin faster and faster.

There was no meaning of time or meaning of anything in this place.

He was all alone, and he was all.

He was alone with the memories that he was experiencing at the moment, and he continued to experience them for the next God knows how much time.

Finally, after the memories finished getting transfered, he knew exactly where he was and who he was.

He was a scribe in the city lord’s palace.

He had been working on a descriptive message to one of the other lords of the cities, and he messed up, so he got attacked.

He lost all his cultivation and was on the verge of death.

He went back to his house and finally died on his own bed.

He was an orphan.

He had no family and no friends at all.

He was all alone.

He did not know exactly what he would do now if he truly got caught for treason.

He knew exactly that the actual price for treason was his head, and nothing else.

If he really got his head cut off, then he would be no longer, and he would need to start the very cycle from the very beginning.

He did not like that.

He had not even chosen anything at the moment.

Suddenly, as he was thinking about that, he could feel the pain again.

He said, "No!"

Finally, he was spit out of the void.

Li Jiwen’s eyes began to flicker slowly.

He opened his eyes as the smell of odors hit his face.

The place all around him was dark and filled with white bones.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

Then a slow trickle of tears slid down his right eye.

He said, "I don’t want to die..."

The system appeared in front of him again.

This time it was the phone that he had gotten from the very start.

But he didn’t give it a second look at the moment.

He looked around.

This was indeed a jail cell designed for people to die in or get killed, then put back in to turn into absolute bones.

The place was dark, it was smelly, and most definitely it was very small.

Li Jiwen hit his face with the palm of his hand.

Then he began to take action for the first time in this new world.

He looked in front of him at the phone, and finally he chose one item from one of the novels that he was writing in his younger years.

These novels were filled with OP characters and people that actually got stronger with most easy ways.

The first thing he chose at the moment was the Heavenly Change Marrow.

If a person actually got it and experienced it through eating, then they could advance entirely into the fourth realm of cultivation in any world.

This was insane.

In this world, that would make him so powerful that even the city lord he was in at the moment would bow down to him.

He didn’t know exactly if he should use it now or leave it for another try, as he knew that he would not have another chance with it unless he finished the first mission.

Finally, he said, "Forget it, I’ll use it."

A little plate of marrow appeared in front of him.

The Dao scripts began to fill the entirety of the room, golden and ambient to the point that his eyes hurt.

He took the marrow and gulped it down in a single motion.

He said, "Fatty."

But suddenly, as he was saying that, his cultivation, which he did not even have a base for, began to advance quickly to Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core.

Well, then finally, Nascent Soul.

His own aura became so powerful that he could feel his body not capable of withstanding it for some time.

It was breaking down from the very inside.

But his body was getting cultivated as well, so in a couple of minutes, he had already achieved the Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage.

He said, "Now I’ll deal with that city lord."

Then he got up to his legs.

He could feel that the cell was no longer capable of holding him.

With one punch, he destroyed the entirety of the cell and the holding room.

A laugh escaped his mouth. "So this is how cultivation feels like! Even the feeling of piloting a mech suit isn’t like this in the slightest."

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