[Forum title: If you could choose which web novel genre to be transmigrated into what would it be and why?]
[Bub_bubb: Out of all the options, probably VR MMOs. Unlike cultivation or dungeon types, you're able to train without the threat of death breathing down your shoulder. And most of the time unless the game becomes reality I'll just be living in a futuristic world, so its a win-win really.]
> [Peener99: If you don't have the talent, yeah, but I'd rather go into a cultivation world. Give me any kinda system or cheat like regression and I'd make everyone my bitch.]
>>[Bub_bubb: I mean if we're assuming we get cheats sure, but even then some cheats are straight-up curses. Regression is the worst of them all too. Especially in a cultivation world where you'd die left and right without plot armor. You'd become a hollow shell before you'd even reach nascent soul.]
>>> [Peener99: Just say you're bad dude. Nascent soul is like the bottom of the fucking barrel. Even without a cheat, I'd make it to at least the upper realm. I don't get why people like you think it's so hard to go up in the cultivation world. Maybe it's just because of your stupid shitty genes. While I'm riding high with my primordial chaos bloodline your mother's probably gonna be sucking off your dads' boss for some spiritual stones.]
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>>>... [Bub_bubb: Shut the **** up before I march my way to your ****** house and ***** you till your own ***** of a mother can't recognize the living piece of ***** that you are. You fat piece of mother ***** lard, you should just *** yourself right now. You'd save everyone from having to be in the presence of your meaningless life.]
>>>... [Peener99: Fatty.]
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Issac roared with laughter in his small apartment complex when he saw his latest target get banned from his rage bait.
"So this is where you live? You should really clean this place up." A voice called out from behind.
For a moment, Issac stood completely still, unsure, and scared to look behind to see if someone was really behind him.
He lived alone in his small, dark studio apartment, and it made no sense for someone else to be be here unless it was a robbery.
Without turning back, he cried "Look man I'll give you anything you want just please don't hurt me."
"Alright, turn around kid."
In a swift motion without regard for his own sake, his body moved itself accordingly. In front of him stood a strikingly good-looking Asian guy with black hair and eyes.
"So you're what they call a troll right? Funny term really." He chuckled.
Issac nodded but chose not to speak. He didn't know what kind of ancient voodoo psychic bullshit the guy pulled but he knew better than to not comply.
"All bark no bite? Yeah, that's always the kinda thing that happens with you people." He sighed.
"Anyway." He clapped.
"You're probably wondering why I'm here and all right? Well, wait no longer since I've got your answer." .
"Wooooo aren't you just so excited to find out?" He asked.
There was a short period of awkward silence that spread through the air before Issac nodded vigorously to his question.
"You're a little mute, aren't you? Who'd think the great peener99 would be such a wuss irl." He sighed.
"Tch. Tch. Tch. Well alright, let's get to the actual reveal, shall we? Drum roll please."
Bum Bum Bum.
"You've been selected to be transported to another world!!! A dream of many, am I right?" He cheered.
Issac stood still in his chair, shitting bricks at the notion that either a crazy man was standing in front of him or the fact he was being sent off by some eldritch being.
"No applause? No, thank you? You're no fun." He scowled.
"Fine, off you go to the waiting room." He snorted.
In an instant a flash of white caused Issac to close his eyes from the sudden shift of brightness.
When his eyes finally did adjust he saw himself standing in a pitch white room with 20 or so other people.
"Looks like the last one's here. Alright, let's start shall we." An all-encompassing voice stated.
"I'm sure your handlers have mostly explained what's going on and the reason why you've been chosen."
Issac wanted to refute the claim but as he saw everyone else nod their head in agreement he chose not to speak up.
"Each one of you will now be assigned a random universe and a corresponding gift depending on the difficulty of your task."
"May you succeed in your journey."
With that the all-encompassing voice ended its short speech, leaving everyone to their own whims.
Universe chosen by handler: Xuanhuan cultivation universe
Given Talent: None.
Remark: Your handler has remarked that you do not need a special talent.
Time till transportation 1 minute 30 seconds.
Issac's heart sank. He was fucked. No system. No regression. No special bloodline. Hell, he didn't even have a fucking old grandpa.
"Handler! Handler! Anyone! I don't have a talent please there's been a mistake!" Issac cried.
Issac could feel the gazes of everyone on him, but even despite the humiliating feeling he didn't stop calling out to the air.
Seconds passed like minutes as he kept crying out to someone who wouldn't respond.
Eventually, a person approached him out of pity, "Look dude, they're not coming. Why didn't you choose a talent from the list they gave out?"
"List? What list? I didn't get to see any list." Issac said hysterically.
"No, but you did choose." A familiar voice rang.
Behind him stood the same man who appeared in his apartment. A feeling of hope fluttered in his heart.
"No no. There was a mistake I didn't get to choose. We've got a few moments to spare right? Can't I pick now?" Issac begged.
"I don't know. I remember you admittedly quietly arrogantly that you needed nothing but this so-called special bloodline you hold to reach the top." He smirked.
Issac's eyes widen in realization and shock. Just how long had his handler been standing behind him during his discussion?
"No. That was just me rage-baiting. I was just trolling, remember." Issac pleaded.
Throwing away all his morals he fell to the ground, kneeling and begging for a chance.
"Well, just mayyyybeeeee." He stretched.
Issac looked up to him with a reverend look of hope when the scenery shifted to a blue sky.
Transport successful.
Remark: From here on out you are on your own. Good luck.
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Issac stared in disbelief.
The conniving bastard had no plans from the start to give him a talent.
It was all just a ploy to see him grovel before his feet.
In a fit of rage, he gripped the soil under his hands and shouted towards the heavens.
"FUCKKKKKKKKKK."