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I Just Want to Be a Side Character in the Cultivation World

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I died. Yeah, not in some grand battle or noble sacrifice—but by falling off a roller coaster. Next thing I know, I wake up in the body of a half-starved kid living in a moldy hut, with a so-called “legendary” physique that’s been nerfed by the heavens themselves. Surprise! I’m in a cultivation world now. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I hear it: [Ding! The Strongest Choice System has been bound to the host.] Great. A system. But instead of giving me power-ups, it hits me with choices—each one more ridiculous than the last. Option 1: Become the Protagonist. Get random plot armor, ancient legacies, fairy waifus… and a weekly assassination attempt. Option 2: Become the Villain. Cool monologues and evil laughs guaranteed. So is getting defeated by some random hero with gold fingers. Option 3: Walk away. Forge your own path. Stay under the radar, grow stronger in secret, and let all those walking clichés kill each other off. Guess which one I picked? Now, with the Innate Sacred Dao Fetus Physique, no fate, no drama, and no rules holding me back, I plan to live quietly, grow obscenely strong, and avoid trouble. ...Too bad this world doesn’t leave people like me alone for long. Watch out, cultivation world. Su Chen isn't playing by the script anymore.
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