In this vast and mysterious world, power and prestige are determined by two systems—the Cultivation System Level and the Class System. People from every domain strive to unlock their potential, cultivating strength, and gaining unique abilities to climb to unimaginable heights.

From a young age, each person is introduced to the cultivation system, learning that as they progress, a ring manifests on their back (only 1 ring). Each ring, initially unremarkable, holds within it the symbol of growth, carrying stars—up to ten in each ring. When person cultivate and fill them with ring 10 stars, as a person’s cultivation progresses, these ring change in color, and each color signifies a new realm of power. No matter what kind of person cultivate weather its demonic, evil or orthodox its ring color is same as following bellow.

At Level 1 to 10, the ring glows white, marking the bearer as a Martial Disciple. Though young and inexperienced, Martial Disciples begin their journey with dreams of reaching greater heights. At Level 11 to 20, their ring takes on a yellow Aura, and they earn the title of Martial Warrior, a sign that they have developed greater skill and experience.

As their cultivation continues, Levels 21 to 30 turn their ring green, giving them the title of Martial Master, and those who advance further into Levels 31 to 40 earn the deep blue of the War Lords, individuals renowned for their strength and respected by all.

At Levels 41 to 50, a red ring denotes the rank of War Martial. In the rare air of such skill and power, only a few can stand beside them. At Levels 51 to 60, the ring shines purple, and the bearer is granted the title of War Martial, symbolizing power respected across all domains. Ascending further, Levels 61 to 70 turn the ring brown, elevating the title to Great War Martial Master. At Levels 71 to 80, the ring becomes black, marking the individual as a Grand War Martial Master, a position few can reach and one that holds near-mythical status.

At Levels 81 to 90, the ring becomes colorless, and the bearer is bestowed the title of Martial God. Despite this, people often misunderstand them as mortals with no power because of the colorless ring, but those who dare to make such a mistake are no longer alive! Hahaha.

The highest level 91 to 99, reveals a dazzling rainbow ring, marking the bearer as a Half-Step Immortal. Only a select few across history have achieved this, stepping close to immortality itself. And for those who reach the elusive 100th level, their ring turns to void, a sign of an Immortal. Reaching this rank is shrouded in mystery, for no one truly knows how to ascend to this level, and those who may have done so remain legends.

[The Class System]

Alongside cultivation, the Class System designates people into roles based on their talents, skills, and elemental affinities. Classes range from F grade to the extraordinary SSS grade. Some pursue the path of the Warrior, mastering combat and brute strength, while others find their calling as Magicians, harnessing the elements of fire, water, earth, wind, and beyond. A rare few can command more than two elements, and those gifted with three or more are hailed as geniuses.

In addition, other classes focus on creation and mysticism: Alchemists brew potions and elixirs; Artifact Makers forge weapons with untold powers; Necromancers and Spiritual Mind Magicians command spirits and minds. In this diverse world, anyone can rise, limited only by their chosen class and the stars that line their ring.

[The Domain System]

But this world’s complexity does not end with rings and classes. The land is divided into domains. At its heart lies the High-Level Central Domain, surrounded by low-level domains in each cardinal direction—north, south, east, and west. Each domain has its own customs, legends, and protectors, but all fall under the influence of the powerful central region.

[System Levels and Achievements]

Every person is born with a system level, which defines their potential for growth. At System Level 1, which is lowest, they go cultivation level 35 in their highest achievement, and they can choose only 2 class, if system level is 2 which is lowest middle, they go cultivation level 55 in their highest achievement, and they can choose only 4 class, if system level is 3 which is upper-middle level system, they go cultivation level 75 in their highest achievement, and they can choose only 7 class. If system level is 4 which is middle level system, they go cultivation level 90 in their highest achievement, and they can choose only 10 classes. And while System Level 5 holders, the rarest of all, can pursue multiple classes and reach the upper limits of Cultivation Level 99. Those with the highest system level are often sent to the central domain, where resources and opportunities abound, pushing them toward greatness.

This world may offer the dream of ultimate power and immortality, but the journey is fraught with challenges, secrets, and dangers. Every ring, every color, every class holds its own story, one of sacrifice, ambition, and unyielding will.

Wang Rongtian slouched at his desk in the bustling classroom, his gaze fixed on the glowing rings adorning the backs of his classmates. His own system window, glitching slightly, flashed an annoying reminder of the dreaded "error" status. Unlike his classmates, he bore no glow, no signal of advancement. Instead, they mocked him with whispered remarks and snickers.

A voice piped up from behind him. "Look, it’s Absolute Error! Got any new system glitches for us today, Rongtian?"

Wang clenched his fists, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. The voice belonged to Sun Jiahao, one of the more vocal students in class and notorious for belittling anyone he deemed weak. Around them, the whispers grew louder, filling the room with ridicule.

As he tried to ignore them, his friend, Liu Qiang, leaned over, concern etched on his face. “Don’t let them get to you, Wang. We both know your potential is hidden by that error.”

Wang forced a smile. “I appreciate it, Qiang. But if I don’t resolve this error by the end of the month… I’ll be disqualified from the end-semester competition.”

The competition was no small matter. Only students who ranked well would advance to the college level and be eligible to become cultivators. This was the goal for every aspiring warrior or magician, and it was slipping further out of Wang’s reach each day his system malfunctioned.

In the corner of the room, his instructor, Ms. Zhang Meilin, watched him with a mix of pity and frustration. She had once hoped that Wang Rongtian, despite his background and the error, might break through the stigma of being an "absolute error." But the Academy had strict standards, and sympathy alone wouldn’t help him advance.

Sun Jiahao snickered again. “Why don’t you just give up now, Wang? Save yourself the embarrassment. No cultivator in history has had a broken system.”

At that moment, a sharp voice cut through the jeers. “Enough, Sun Jiahao.”

All heads turned to face Lin Wei, the class monitor, and a standout cultivator in her own right. She was known for her fair but firm nature, and when she spoke, people listened.

“Mocking someone for things beyond their control doesn’t make you strong, Jiahao,” she added, glaring at him.

Wang felt a small wave of relief, but the doubts still clung to him. How could he find a way to fix his system? The competition was only a month away, and without some kind of miracle, he would remain forever the Academy’s “absolute error.”

[System voice: “Fragments of the Past"]

The soft hum of the instructor’s voice faded into the background as Wang Rongtian eyelids grew heavy. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, struggling to stay awake, but within moments, he felt himself slipping away. His mind drifted into a hazy dream, bringing with it familiar yet fragmented images from the past.

In the dream, he was young—perhaps barely three years old. Shadows moved around him, protective figures that he sensed were his parents, though he could never see their faces clearly. Gentle hands guided him through a dimly lit hallway, whispers echoing softly. “This will keep you safe,” a voice said with a tone filled with love and sorrow. Then came a figure with warm, steady hands—a woman’s voice, distant but comforting. The world around him blurred as he felt himself being carried away, watching those shadowy figures fade into the background.

“Rongtian!” Ms. Zhang’s sharp voice jolted him out of the dream.

[system voice: System Error, Insufficient Data.]

[System voice: To Protect Host Memories Lock Has Been In Effect.]

He snapped awake, blinking rapidly to shake off the lingering emotions, reminding himself that it was just a dream. Just another figment from a past he couldn’t remember. Yet, the dream left a strange, hollow ache in his chest.

Ms. Zhang, standing at the front of the classroom, crossed her arms with a disappointed expression. “Wang Rongtian, dozing off in my class again? Clearly, your reputation precedes you. Perhaps it’s not the error in your system holding you back, but your lack of effort. A cultivator must remain alert and focused.”

The classroom was silent as everyone watched the exchange. Wang’s cheeks burned, but he quickly composed himself.

Ms. Zhang sighed and continued, “Since you seem so unconcerned with learning, why don’t you tell the class what I was just discussing?”

There was a snicker from Sun Jiahao’s side of the room, but Wang squared his shoulders. “You were discussing Elemental Affinity, Ms. Zhang. There are two primary types. Characters can harness the power of natural elements, such as fire, water, earth, and air, each possessing unique strengths and weaknesses. Additionally, there are rare elemental combinations or hybrids that grant unique abilities. For example, a combination of fire and water might allow one to manipulate steam, and so on.”

Ms. Zhang’s eyes narrowed, but her expression softened slightly as she nodded. “Correct, Wang Rongtian. Perhaps if you applied that knowledge to your practice, you wouldn’t be in such… unfortunate circumstances.”

The comment stung, but Wang held his head high. The reality was, despite his error, he studied harder than anyone else, especially with his 10th birthday approaching. For months now, he’d felt increasingly dizzy and tired. No matter how much he studied or trained, he would feel a creeping exhaustion, an ache that seemed to dig into his very bones. It was as if some unseen force were gradually wearing him down.

Beside him, Liu Qiang glanced over with a worried expression. “Hey… you look even more tired today. Did you get any sleep?”

 Wang forced a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… some strange dreams, I guess.”

Qiang nodded but didn’t seem entirely convinced. “Well, hang in there. The end-semester competition is almost here. We’ve still got time to fix this.”

Wang nodded, though the gnawing thought of his error loomed large in his mind. Time was running out, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that this approaching deadline would be a turning point—one way or another.