Consciousness encroaches as the first rays of dawn warm your face. The scent of earth and straw fills your senses as the simple mudhut you are in is most certainly not your modern bedroom.

A sudden splitting migraine threatens to fracture your mind. As your mind pieces back together, memories flood in—memories of being the scorned disciple of this backwater academy, bullied for a lack of strength in a world that venerates power.

You rise, the tattered robes of an outer disciple hanging loosely on your frame, a stark reminder of the lowly status you've inherited. Yet within you stirs a newfound power—the Voice of Command. It is a silent force, one that can bend the wills of others to your own, undetectable and absolute. But with this gift comes a curse; it's very power keeps your meridians within shattered, leaving you adrift in a sea of cultivators with no hope of harnessing the chi that flows through this world.

As you step outside, the first light of dawn casts long shadows across the courtyard, and you ponder the path before you. With no cultivation to shield you, every step is a gamble in the grand game of fate. Will you use your voice to weave a web of allies, or will you walk alone, a ghost in the daylight, shaping the world with whispers alone? The choice is yours, and the story of your second life begins now.