Li Wei stared at the ceiling of his crumbling studio apartment, the water-stained plaster resembling the last shreds of his dignity. The air was thick with the stench of uncleared garbage bags and crushed dreams. Outside, the city buzzed with chaotic life—cars honking, dogs barking, laughter echoing from nearby apartments, and a couple moaning with the enthusiasm of amateur porn stars.
He rolled to his side and sadly muttered, "Guess I'll die a virgin."
Twenty-six years old, face like a bruised potato, a job that neither earned him enough money nor respect, and a social life so dry it relied on flavored lube, a cheap stroker he lovingly named Empress Yue, and a folder full of bookmarked MILF videos. Naturally, he had no girlfriend, no assets, and certainly no idea what a real pair of tits felt like.
Born in the back alleys of Nanshu Province, a forgotten city where selfish people thrive and kind people are used, Li Wei had been destined for mediocrity. Bullied all his teenage years for being ugly, weak, and too smart for his own good, he had built a life of regret, sarcasm, and sexual frustration. Although life was never fair to him, tonight, fate decided to throw him a bone.
Literally.
He received a plain package with no return address or sender. Just his name, Li Wei, scribbled in elegant Italics.
Inside was a book—a thick, dusty tome wrapped in snake-hide. The cover had no title, but its pages were inked in a language he somehow understood.
Li Wei's fingers trembled as he flipped through the pages. The instructions were crystal clear—so much so that even a teenager who did not hit puberty would be able to follow them. Though he felt partly scared and excited, he had nothing to lose.
"…This better not be one of those chakra scams," he muttered, but something about the book felt mystical.
As he opened the page that consisted of the ritual instructions, the air in his room shifted. Doubting the authenticity of the book, Wei thought to himself while laughing inwardly.
"What's the worst that could happen—orgasm to death? Haha"
That night, his shabby one-room apartment stank of incense and desperation. He stood inside the circle, shirtless, bleeding slightly from his index finger, as he chanted the lines.
"Ascendere per carnalitatem… Ego voco systema... Open the gateway…"
And then? Nothing. Silence.
There was no thunder, no mystical vortex, not even a flicker in the cheap candlelight that he bought in case of a power cut. Wei waited for a couple of minutes to see if a ghost would pop out like in movies, but to no avail.
Wei sighed, "Figures. No sexy succubus to suck my desperate soul. Or dick."
Disappointed, Wei had a quick masturbation session while watching his favorite pornstar, Maya Caulifla, stroking his tiny cock vigorously and shooting his not-so-precious love juice inside Empress Yue.
Hungry after the intense love-making, he put on a hoodie and headed to the nearby 24/7 store to grab instant noodles. As he locked the door behind him, he didn't notice that the book on the floor had begun to smolder, its pages curling inward under a soft crimson glow. There was no smoke—only divine whispers.
Fifteen minutes later, Li Wei was crossing the street, slurping instant noodles from a steaming cup.
"All that effort for a fake-ass ritual that couldn't even summon a horny ghost," he grumbled.
However, he didn't see the truck. Or maybe he did, in the last second—just as the headlights caught his eyes, and the deafening honk blared at him like the last judgment.
He was going to die for a half-failed sex ritual and cup noodles.
But death wasn't the end.
It was the beginning of something grandeur and a more stimulating life for Li Wei.
Li Wei awoke naked, floating in nothingness. Before him swirled a massive vortex, pulsating with life and glowing bright pink, its center stretching into infinity. It was warm, wet, smelly, and faintly humming—something lewd… moaning?
"Is this what I think it is? Am I finally inside one?"
Before he could figure it out, he was sucked through it and landed with a thud in a field of red grass beneath twin moons. Then, a translucent holo-screen appeared before him, followed by a sweet voice saying,
[Cognitive Core Online… Establishing Connection...][Host vitals: Stabilized. No meridian resonance detected. Cultivation status: Locked.][Welcome, Host. You may call me Aether.]
Li Wei jolted "A voice? In my head?"
[Correct. I am an artificial intelligence embedded within your neural system.]
[Primary objective: Support host in survival, adaptation, and progression within this realm.]
Wei thought to himself "Aether? An AI?"
"This must be a dream, right? It feels like those fantasy novels I used to read during my golden days. That's not it. I could tell, I clearly died. Is this due to that ritual? It must be."
"That's it. I actually fucking transmigrated. Haha"
He could tell it was his second chance at life. Without wasting anymore time, Wei asked.
"Alright Aether, where am I?"
[Mapping...][Current Location: Spirit Spring Village, periphery of the Eastern Divine Continent.]
Li Wei paused. Eastern Divine Continent? Spirit Spring Village?
"Oh, this really is a cultivation world... isn't it?"
[Affirmative. Though your cultivation base is sealed, foundational awakening may be possible with proper resources.]
Then he looked down.
He was no longer in his fat, unattractive, and average-looking body. His skin smooth like a polished jade, his build lean but muscular, and his hair flowing like night ink.
He touched his jawline and smirked, lips curling into a wicked grin.
"Holy shit. I'm hot. If I had this body back in my world, I could've fucked many of my coworkers, especially the smoking hot receptionist who always flirts with attractive young males."
Li Wei looked up at the sky with twin moons.
A new world. A mysterious AI. A body built for sin, survival, and an unknown ultimate purpose.
For the first time in years, he felt something stir in his chest.
Hope. Hunger.
And a glint of wicked purpose.
He cracked his neck, then flashed a grin.
"Alright then. No more jerking off to fake MILFs. It's time I sin my way to the top."