I was just an ordinary man—until death claimed me. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t human anymore. I was an elf… dropped into a world where every shadow hungers, every beast breathes qi, and sects carve their will into the land itself. My only ally? A System whispering cold truths into my mind. It tells me my marrow is rotting, my survival rate is a joke, and if I don’t learn to endure, I’ll be nothing more than bones in the soil. But I refuse to die again. Wolves circle me. Beasts stronger than nightmares hunt me. The forest itself tests me with every breath. Yet with every scar, every ounce of pain, every reckless gamble with the runes buried in stone—I grow. This world doesn’t care if I live or die. But I’ll carve a path through it. Because I’m not just surviving… I’m claiming the marrow of the world itself. ---- “I died as a man… but woke as an elf with a System, trapped in a cultivation world where even the forest wants me dead.” “The System says my survival rate is less than ten percent—yet with every breath, I refuse to die again.” “From prey to predator: I’ll endure, I’ll grow, and I’ll claim this cultivation world’s marrow for myself.”