Free Web NovelChapter 1: Ultra level WEEB with MCDD
A little over sixty years ago, the world changed.
The Celestial Gates opened, mana flooded across the planet, and humanity collectively discovered that reality had apparently decided to stop following its own rules.
Thus began the Age of Awakening.
An era of magic, miracles, monsters, and an alarming number of government regulations.
Welcome to Sureka—a world inhabited primarily by humans. A species of moderately intelligent, two-legged creatures that somehow survived long enough to start throwing fireballs at each other.
And right now, one of those humans was dead.
Or at least he was supposed to be.
His body lay crumpled against the rocky slope of a mountain, motionless and cold. Judging by the bruises, broken bones, and generally terrible life decisions that had led him there, his final moments had probably involved a lot of regret.
Unfortunately for death, however, this wasn’t an ordinary world anymore.
This was a world that had awakened.
A world of miracles.
And apparently, one of those miracles had just decided to clock in for work.
The body of a lifeless young man, cold and unmoving just moments ago, suddenly regained a faint hint of color.
Then, against all logic, it took a breath.
Why?
Cause a transmigration had happened.
One soul out.
Another soul in.
Simple.
Efficient.
Somewhere, countless cultivation novels were nodding in approval.
After all, nothing says "the adventure is about to begin" quite like waking up in someone else’s body after dying under circumstances that were probably embarrassing.
For now, though, all of that could wait.
The newly arrived soul slowly opened his eyes.
His vision blurred.
Focused.
Blurred again.
Then finally settled.
The first thing he saw was sky.
The second was rock.
The third was more rock.
An impressive amount of rock, actually.
Mountains stretched endlessly in every direction, silent and empty beneath the sunlight. No cities. No roads. No helpful old masters waiting to hand out legendary techniques.
Just wilderness.
A whole lot of wilderness.
A normal person waking up in an unfamiliar body on the side of a mountain would probably have questions.
Reasonable questions.
Questions like:
"Am I dead?"
"Where am I?"
"Why does everything hurt?"
Maybe even:
"Should I be concerned about the whole dying and coming back to life thing?"
Max, however, was not a normal person.
His brain looked at all those perfectly valid concerns, shoved them into a corner, and immediately locked onto the only question it considered truly important.
"Did I transmigrate?!" freēwebnovel.com
His heart started pounding.
Not from fear.
Not from confusion.
From excitement.
Because unlike most people, Max had spent an embarrassingly large portion of his previous life consuming enough webnovels, anime, manga, and questionable wish-fulfillment stories to qualify for professional intervention.
He knew the script.
Truck-kun.
Reincarnation.
Transmigration.
Cheat abilities.
Systems.
Ancient inheritances.
Beautiful heroines with suspiciously low standards.
The whole package.
So instead of panicking about being dead, Max was busy wondering whether he’d finally won the cosmic lottery.
And honestly?
The fact that the universe had chosen him for transmigration made a disturbing amount of sense. freёwebnovel.com
If reality was going to dump someone into another world, it might as well pick the guy who had spent half his life wishing for exactly that.
A certified weeb.
An elite-level one.
The kind capable of identifying anime characters from their silhouette alone.
The kind who knew more cultivation realms than real-world geography.
The kind who had mentally prepared for this exact scenario hundreds of times.
He glances down at his hands. Gone are the bony, ashen, veiny relics of ’hard-earned solitude’—the battle-worn proof of his ’dedicated research’ in self pleasuring arts. Instead, his hands are smaller, smoother, young. A realization dawns upon him, one so grand that it stretches his lips into an unhinged grin.
"HAHAHAHA! I’VE TRANSMIGRATED!"
And just like that, all common sense takes a nosedive off the mountain.
"This world is mine! All the beautiful women are mine! I shall become an emperor... no, a sage! HAHAHAHAHA! Tremble, for your ruler has arrived!"
He shouts this declaration at the top of his lungs, arms spread wide like a final boss unveiling his true form. To any unfortunate passerby, he looks exactly like what he is—a lunatic freshly unleashed upon the world.
But you see, dear reader, I must let you in on a little secret. This man—nay, this ’coinee’ of the legendary title ’Ultra level WEEB’—did not walk this path unscathed. His unwavering devotion to the way of the weebhood had some... ’side effects’.
One of them? A particularly rare and tragic condition known as ’Main Character Delusion Disorder (MCDD)’
As our newly minted transmigrator stood atop the mountain, basking in his obviously destined greatness, the world around him remained blissfully unaware of his self-proclaimed dominion. No thunder rumbled. No divine light shone upon him. Not even a gentle breeze to acknowledge his existence.
But did that stop him? ’Absolutely not.’
"First things first!" he announced to no one in particular, hands on his hips. "I need to figure out what kind of world I’m in. Is it a wuxia world? A xianxia world? Maybe even a murim world? Or—" his breath hitched, eyes widening with a dangerous glint—"a world where cultivation AND anime harems exist?!"
The sheer thought of it sent shivers down his spine. He had read enough light novels, manhwa, and untranslated webnovels from shady forums to know that world-building could be anything ’the author’—er, fate—desired.
But before he could descend further into his fantasy-induced theorizing, something sharp pricked his foot.
"Ouch—what the—?" He looked down and found himself standing barefoot on a patch of jagged rocks. Only now did he notice that his ’very real’ toes were ’very painfully’ bleeding.
Reality, that cruel mistress, began creeping in. He wasn’t in some glorified ’isekai prologue cutscene’—he was standing on a freezing mountain, in thin-ass clothes, without shoes, food, or even a system prompt greeting him.
His grin faltered. Just a bit.
"Wait... where’s my system?" He clapped his hands. He snapped his fingers. He even tried saying, "Status!" in three different languages. Nothing. No glowing blue screens, no robotic voice, not even a tutorial fairy.
Panic scratched at the back of his mind.
"N-No system?!" he stammered, shaking his hands like a madman trying to summon a genie. "Not even a starter pack?! Where’s my OP bloodline? My hidden inheritance? My grandfather’s ring that contains an old man’s soul?!"
Silence.
A cold wind whistled through the mountain, as if nature itself were mocking him.
For the first time since waking up, the horrifying possibility crept in.
Had he really transmigrated? Or... was this just a fever dream caused by a particularly bad hentai binge?
But pain was real, and so was the world. As he processed this terrifying yet thrilling reality, a crucial thought hit him—the first principle of transmigration:
"The previous owner of this body had to be dead."
A chill ran down his spine. Relaxing was now the last thing on his mind. Heart pounding, he frantically looked around, trying to piece together what had happened to his predecessor.
The evidence wasn’t much—some dried blood on the rocks, his ragged clothes, and a body covered in fresh scratches. Then, as his gaze drifted upwards, he spotted it—the steep mountain slope above him.
"Oh... so I fell."
That explained the injuries. But how and why did the previous owner take the express route down the mountain? Those were questions for later. Right now, he had a far more immediate concern: not following in his predecessor’s footsteps.
Because, as it turns out... he was still on the damn slope.
Sure, he had landed on a tiny flat section, but one wrong move and he’d be rolling downhill like a poorly drawn ragdoll in a low-budget anime.
As he desperately tried to focus, searching for the best way to descend, a sudden, searing pain shot through his mind. It was as if a sharp spike had lodged itself deep within his skull, and the intensity of it caused his vision to blur and darken once again, leaving him disoriented and on the brink of collapsing, and he did.
