Looked like his whole existence had flipped sideways.
Then came the shock, the absolute baffling mystery: his pops vanished without a trace. Gone! And with him? An avalanche of debt that felt impossible to climb out from under.
Pressure was building fast behind those relentless creditors – they were practically smothering you.
He felt like he couldn't breathe, every second stretching into an eternity of crushing obligation. Trapped! Yeah, trapped on a roof somewhere, looking down at the city lights flickering below while people went about their lives. It felt hopeless, like there was no escape hatch.
Then BAM! Something inexplicable yanked him outta that spot.
He landed... okay? Safe?
This celestial being didn't ask for anything back. Nope. Just dropped him down and... look, An Lin's probably got a brain now (or maybe not?), but even he realized that was wild.
So yeah, here we go – into this whole crazy new dimension filled with myths you wouldn't believe.
Expect the unexpected: forging bonds under pressure? Wielding artifacts like they were just pocket knives? Awakenin' some dormant potential within himself?
And there’s this system thing – powerful, but yeah, unpredictable as hell.
Life back on the ground felt... thin. Like a shallow puddle compared to what's coming next.
Adventure? Danger? Destiny?
An Lin definitely has more than he ever imagined – and let’s just say *I Might Be A Fake Cultivator* is the series title that perfectly captures this wild ride. It feels right, somehow.