Reverend Insanity: The Gacha System

Seeing the button, he hesitated for a moment, his instincts urging caution. His survival had always depended on his vigilance, and this was no exception. He had finally been given a second chance by traveling back in time, but the Spring Autumn Cicada was still recovering, and he wasn't sure if he could rely on it again.

"This Li Tian must be an otherworldly demon like me," Fang Yuan speculated, his mind rapidly assessing every possibility. "Did he anticipate my arrival and leave this inheritance on purpose? Or is this part of some larger scheme against me?"

The thoughts swirled in his head, but he knew he couldn't stay indecisive. With a deep breath, he pushed aside the uncertainty and pressed the button. "Let's take a gamble."

The ground beneath him vanished, and he plummeted into a void of endless darkness. The sensation of falling was strange—weightless, almost peaceful. He didn't scream, nor did fear grip him. Instead, he calmly observed the darkness stretching endlessly around him. After what felt like an eternity, the oppressive black began to fade, giving way to an entirely new environment.

The walls were metallic and polished, gleaming with an otherworldly sheen. It resembled a high-tech facility far beyond the technological capabilities of his previous life. He took in the surroundings: a neatly made bed, a fully equipped kitchen, and a sleek bathroom with a bathtub that instantly caught his attention.

But what truly shocked him was the figure lying on the bed. A person, fast asleep, a comical bubble forming and popping at their nose with each breath. Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes, absorbing the bizarre combination of the futuristic room and the person's vulnerability.

"What is this place?" he whispered, as even the advanced technology here surpassed even the inventions of his previous world.

With calculated steps, he moved closer to the bed, careful not to make a sound. The figure remained motionless, entirely unguarded. Fang Yuan wasted no time. Drawing on his primeval essence, he activated the Moonlight Gu and struck swiftly, aiming to eliminate any potential threat before it awakened.

The moonlight blade sliced through the figure, passing effortlessly through both the person and the bed beneath them. Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed as realization struck him—this was an illusion. The moment the blade failed to connect, he knew something was amiss.

Without betraying any outward reaction, he scanned the room carefully. One by one, the high-tech furniture, polished walls, and futuristic devices dissolved into fragments of light, disintegrating like particles in a video game. The once gleaming environment faded into nothingness, leaving only the cave with wooden house.

From within the wooden house, a voice emerged—calm yet icy, its coldness so penetrating that even Fang Yuan, with his iron will, felt a shiver run down his spine. "Fang Yuan, how long are you going to make me wait? Come inside quickly. We don't have much time."

Fang Yuan tensed, his instincts screaming at him to be cautious. He remained rooted to the spot, analyzing the situation. But before he could act, an invisible force gripped him, pulling him into the house. It wasn't wind path or any path he had encountered in his 500 years of life. He had seen countless paths mastered by others—fire, water, strength—but this force was unlike anything familiar.

"What kind of path is this?" he wondered, his mind racing. The distinct difference in its nature wasn't something he could ignore, and it heightened his wariness.

As he entered the house, his gaze flickered to the surroundings, but his mind focused on the most pressing question: How did this person know his name? He clenched his fists. "This Li Tian—he knew I would come here. There's no doubt about it. He must be a wisdom path Gu Master," Fang Yuan concluded, his eyes narrowing. "An Immortal, perhaps? Yes, unless one is an immortal nobody can easily do something like this."

"Your guess is right, I am an Immortal. I can hear your thoughts, but don't worry—I mean no harm. I'm here to help you. Come and sit. We have much to discuss before anyone realizes I'm still alive," the voice continued calmly.

Fang Yuan watched as the man emerged from the shadows—a figure with jet-black hair and equally dark eyes. His face was ordinary, yet the resemblance to Fang Yuan was striking. The key difference was that this man appeared older, with faint wrinkles marking his otherwise familiar features.

Seeing the man's appearance, Fang Yuan's shock was undeniable. His expression betrayed the rare emotion, as he struggled to process what he was witnessing. Though he knew many secrets about the Gu world, resurrection was something that defied all known logic. Lifespan Gu could extend a life but never restore it once it had ended. No known method or Gu could bring someone back from the dead. This was a rule as unbreakable as the heavens themselves—at least, that's what he had believed until now.

"Well, well, don't be too shocked. Come here and sit. Let's share some tea and have a talk between father and son," the man said, snapping his fingers effortlessly. Plates of food and a steaming pot of tea materialized on the wooden table. He seated himself on a worn wooden chair, its creaking barely audible over the hum of the mystical atmosphere. Fang Yuan, without any resistance, felt himself teleported to the chair opposite the man. He sat down, his gaze locked on the older figure as his mind churned with questions and suspicion.

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I am planning on cooking something good, but I don't know if you guys will like it or not. But I am still going to write, and thanks for giving me inspiration.