How Do You Play a Game Where You Die at the Start?

I Started as Human Material, but I Can Reset Infinitely

The Great River Flows East

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How Do You Play a Game Where You Die at the Start?

[The host's karma from the first life has been reset!]

[Please choose one of the first life's treasures, cultivation, or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to inherit!]

[First life's treasures: None. Cultivation: None. Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures: None.]

[Nothing is currently available for inheritance.]

[The second life has begun!]

A voice rang out from his subconscious.

The next moment, Qin Yang abruptly opened his eyes.

His gaze was filled with overwhelming terror and lingering fear, as though he had experienced an exceptionally lucid nightmare.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the clothes on his body had been completely soaked through with cold sweat!

"System?!"

"I'm not dead?!"

"Were all those things that happened just now actually a dream?!"

Qin Yang took a deep breath, still shaken to the core.

It had already been sixteen years since he had transmigrated to this strange world.

He had been born in a place called Qin Family Village.

When he was young, his parents died early, entrusting him to his only uncle and Second Aunt.

Just like that, sixteen years had passed.

Half a year ago, a Daoist priest had suddenly come to Qin Family Village, saying that he wanted to find several children with spiritual roots to inherit his mantle.

Qin Yang was one of only two people in Qin Family Village with a spiritual root, and he had been chosen at a glance.

At first, his uncle and Second Aunt had not wanted to let the Daoist priest take him away. After all, having another person in the household meant more help with the work and less strain.

Unfortunately, the Daoist priest had offered far too much.

One hundred taels of silver had successfully bought Qin Yang!

Even the people of Qin Family Village had been sincerely happy for him. Being able to follow a Daoist priest and cultivate Immortal Arts was something countless ordinary people could only dream of.

Little did they know that the Daoist priest was no good person. Strictly speaking, he was an evil cultivator who practiced wicked methods.

He had not bought Qin Yang to pass down his so-called mantle. It was because Qin Yang possessed a spiritual root and could be used to refine medicine and cultivate!

Just moments ago, Qin Yang had truly experienced life and death.

The sensation of being thrown into an Alchemy Furnace and refined alive still left him as jumpy as a startled bird.

Looking at everything before him again—

the familiar cave dwelling, as well as the equally familiar peers around him who had been bought as "human material"—made it clear that he was still inside that Daoist priest's den of evil!

"So everything that happened just now really happened."

"It's just that the system awakened when I was about to die in my previous life, resetting my karma and returning me to before I was refined into medicine!"

Qin Yang gradually calmed down.

The system had arrived without warning, and it had awakened his memories of his previous life along with it.

Most importantly, there was the system's function.

Simply put, the system could help him reset his karma after death, returning him to the origin of everything and starting the next life anew.

Moreover, after each karma reset, he could choose one thing obtained in his previous life to inherit.

A treasure, cultivation, or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures—one out of three!

Since he had gained nothing in his first life, there was naturally nothing for him to choose and inherit.

Only then did Qin Yang notice that he also had a status panel.

[Host: Qin Yang]

[Cultivation: None]

[Treasure: None]

[Technique: None]

[Lifespan: 16/20]

[Spiritual Root: Fire (Low Grade)]

"My lack of cultivation and the like is normal. But what the hell is this lifespan? Why do I only have four years left?!"

Qin Yang wore a bewildered expression.

If not for the panel, he truly would never have known that he was destined to die young, with less than four years left to live!

What was going on?

As he pondered, a slightly hoarse and utterly cold voice rang out, dragging Qin Yang back to reality.

"Qin Yang, come here."

"Master is going to teach you Immortal Arts!"

The speaker was sallow and emaciated, with a short stature. His deeply sunken eyes were lifeless, making him look like a heartless messenger machine.

His name was Bai Feng, and he was the same age as Qin Yang and the others.

More importantly, he was the third disciple beside "Master."

Qin Yang remembered once seeing him tear apart a mountain tiger weighing eight or nine hundred jin with his own eyes!

"Teach me Immortal Arts..."

Qin Yang clenched his teeth. After experiencing everything that had happened in his previous life, how could he possibly believe this kind of bullshit?

Besides, even the disciples who had not personally experienced it could see plenty of clues.

Every disciple who went to receive Immortal Arts from Master disappeared without a trace, as though they had vanished from the human world. Anyone who was not an idiot knew there had to be a problem.

But Qin Yang had personally experienced the process of being refined into a pill. He knew exactly what was going on!

"Qin Yang, what are you waiting for?"

Bai Feng raised his voice, making it even sharper.

The atmosphere in the air was so cold that no one dared even breathe loudly.

Under the numb, gloomy gazes of the other disciples, Qin Yang carefully stood up.

Bai Feng came over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Master is going to teach you an Immortal Method. You should be happy. We all went through this."

"Go on. Master is already waiting for you."

Happy?

Happy my ass!

Qin Yang cursed inwardly, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

His firsthand experience told him that this was no teaching of Immortal Arts. He was plainly being treated as human material!

Unfortunately, Qin Yang had no choice whatsoever.

Not to mention Bai Feng's terrifying strength, Master also had two other senior disciples beside him. All of them possessed abilities far beyond ordinary people, and killing a regular person was no different from crushing an ant.

Even now that he had the system, Qin Yang did not dare act rashly.

He understood all too clearly that even if he could restart infinitely, as long as he could not survive and escape, this place would be an endless torment to him.

For now, his best course was to find a way to survive through repeated karma resets!

"What the hell is this? I just came back to life, and I'm already being thrown into an Alchemy Furnace as fuel. How am I supposed to find a way out of this?!"

Qin Yang ground his teeth as he followed Bai Feng, his mind spinning furiously.

Fortunately, he actually remembered what he had heard just before dying in his previous life.

"I miscalculated. This child has a fire-type spiritual root, which conflicts with the medicinal materials in the Alchemy Furnace. I've wasted an entire batch of medicine for nothing."

A conflict in compatibility!

Qin Yang immediately felt as if he had seized a lifeline.

Perhaps he could use this to escape disaster!

"There's no time to worry about anything else. With the system here, I can afford plenty of trial and error. At worst, I'll try again in the next life!"

Qin Yang's gaze hardened as he made up his mind.

Just then, Bai Feng led him to their destination.

It was a side room inside the cave dwelling. The stone chamber was not large, cramped and gloomy.

An Alchemy Furnace stood in the center, faded and more than a person's height, with blazing flames roaring beneath it.

When he turned his head, he saw the Daoist priest sitting cross-legged in the corner.

His cheekbones jutted out, his face was sinister, and his thin body was draped in a loose Daoist robe that exuded a faint trace of yin energy.

Boom!

The stone door behind Qin Yang slammed shut, startling him badly.

The Daoist priest sitting on the meditation cushion opened his eyes, which glimmered with blood-red light!