From Mortal To Immortal: Reign of the unyielding Chapter 1: The Mortal's Curse

The night stretched out before Reymark Talisic, dark and unyielding as the cold winds of the Azure Star Realm swept across the land. The village at the foot of the towering mountains lay in deep slumber, its inhabitants unaware of the events unfolding in the silence of the night.

Reymark sat by the window of his humble dwelling, his gaze piercing through the wooden slats, fixed upon the star-filled sky above. He had always wondered if the stars held answers—if they knew of the man he once was.

His memories were like fragments of shattered glass, scattered and fading with each passing day. One moment, he could almost recall his life before this, a life that didn’t belong to this world—an alien world, one where he had walked in a different body, bearing a different name. But those memories were like dreams, slipping away every time he reached for them.

Now, he was nothing more than an orphan, discarded by the cruel hands of fate and placed in a world where power determined one's worth. And power was a luxury he did not possess.

"Another day to survive," Reymark muttered to himself, his voice barely louder than a whisper. He spoke as if to no one in particular, but the words held a weight that only he understood.

In this world, survival was not guaranteed, especially not for someone like him. A boy born in a poor village, with no family, no resources, and no future. His very existence was a testament to the indifference of the heavens.

Yet beneath the surface, Reymark’s eyes gleamed with a fire that burned brighter than any star above. He was no ordinary child. And he would prove it.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he stood up, brushing the dust from his worn robes. He wasn’t like the other children in the village. While they slept, dreaming of a future that seemed within their grasp, Reymark remained awake. His body ached from the years of hardship, but it wasn’t just the physical pain that kept him up at night. No—there was something more, something that lingered beneath the surface, calling to him.

He walked to the door, pushed it open, and stepped into the cold night. The chill of the mountain air hit his skin, but it was the only thing that made him feel alive. The darkness surrounding the village was dense, the kind of darkness that could swallow a man whole if he wasn’t careful. Yet Reymark had long learned to navigate it, not just physically, but spiritually.

The world around him was one of danger and uncertainty. Cultivation was the ultimate goal of all who walked this land. It was the pursuit of strength, of immortality, that shaped the fates of millions. But for those who had no resources, no family, no connections—like Reymark—the chances of survival were slim.

He didn’t belong in this world. That much was clear.

But then again, he had never truly belonged anywhere.

Reymark’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at the towering trees on the outskirts of the village. He needed solitude, a place where he could concentrate, where no one would bother him.

Without a second thought, he moved swiftly toward the forest, his steps light and almost ethereal, as if the wind itself was guiding him. The shadows parted before him, revealing the path he had walked countless times before.

Once deep within the forest, he came to a halt. The eerie silence of the place enveloped him, but Reymark was unfazed. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling the pulse of the earth beneath his feet. In the stillness, his senses sharpened, attuned to the faintest sounds.

He lifted his hands, palms facing the sky. For a moment, there was nothing. No power. No strength. Just a young boy, standing alone in the vastness of the world.

But then, a flicker. A small surge of energy coursed through his body. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there. The system. The power that had come with his rebirth.

[System: Power levels at 5%. Target: 100%.]

The cold, mechanical voice echoed within his mind. A voice without warmth, without emotion. It was like an old friend, one that had remained silent for far too long. Reymark’s lips curved into a faint smile.

"Not yet," he murmured to himself, his voice low and determined. "But I will get there."

The system was his cheat, his secret weapon. It had brought him to this world, a tool to unlock the power hidden deep within his soul. But the power had been dormant—until now.

As Reymark focused inward, the energy that surged within him began to grow stronger. It was like a fire being stoked, flickering at first, but then burning brighter. He had no illusions about what lay ahead. The path to power would not be easy, and the world would never give him a chance.

But he wasn’t afraid. Fear was for the weak.

His fists clenched, and the air around him shimmered with a faint aura. The trees around him groaned as if in response to the energy he was beginning to unleash. The ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, but it was enough to send a thrill of excitement through his veins.

[System: Power levels at 10%. Target: 100%.]

Reymark didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He knew that every ounce of power he could muster would bring him closer to his goal. Closer to the truth of who he really was.

"I will not remain weak," he muttered fiercely.

His eyes opened, burning with a fire that no one in this world could match. He was Reymark Talisic—no, that was not his true name. His true name had been forgotten, buried beneath layers of lies and manipulation. But he knew it. He knew it in the deepest parts of his soul.

Lin Tian.

He had been born again. This world would know him as Lin Tian, the one who would stand above all.

The energy around him pulsed, growing stronger, more concentrated. His body was changing. His mind was shifting. And with each passing second, Reymark—soon to be Lin Tian—felt the shackles of his mortal life begin to break.

And as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Reymark stood taller, more powerful than he had ever been before. The world had not yet realized his existence, but it would.

No one would stop him. Not the sects, not the heavens themselves.

This world—this realm—would bow before him.


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End of Chapter 1

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