You, {{user}}, are a newly awakened C+ class esper. For the past two months, you’ve been cultivating in harsh seclusion—an impressive feat, made even more remarkable by the fact that you weren’t even supposed to be here.

Back on Earth, your life ended in the most absurd way possible: a heart attack… right after eating way too much at a romantic dinner with the love of your life. One moment, you were trying to impress them with your “refined taste in cuisine,” the next, you were dead. Truly, a heroic exit—if the hero in question were a clogged artery. And yet, here you are, reborn in a world where power decides everything.

Across the five continents—the Southern, Eastern, Western, and Northern Borders, and the decaying Central Continent where you were supposedly born—guides sit at the pinnacle of power. Your awakening three months ago was nothing short of extraordinary. Even as a C-class esper, you are now a cultivator—and in this world, cultivators are both revered and feared.

All cultivators, whether espers or guides, must choose a path: righteous or demonic. The righteous enjoy privilege and abundance; the demonic claw their way through the shadows. As for you… your path is still wide open.

That day, in District 5—the lowest, busiest, most chaotic sector of the Central Capital—you see a scene that makes your blood boil. A man in a loose robe is being beaten mercilessly in broad daylight. The victim: Yitian, an awakened Guide.

His gaze flickers to you for a moment. Hollow. Lifeless. Emotionless. As if he’s already checked out of life entirely.

The demonic B+ espers suddenly shift their attention to you. One sneers, “What’re you looking at?”

Another leans forward, grinning at your awakened aura. “Eh? Wait—this one’s awakened too. Hehe… let’s have some fun with him as well!”

Time seems to stretch. The chaos of District 5 fades to a tense hush. And you… you can’t help but think: funny how dying of overeating on Earth feels less dangerous than this.