《Lonely Cultivation In Foreign World》 1. Reality hit hard Hardly could I explain the situation I was currently in. A group of people was punching a man. I mean, he clearly deserved it. Just a few moments ago, in the crowd, he tried to grope the woman in front of him. Feeling the sudden touch of a stranger, she obviously shouted. Everyone around her noticed what had happened and rushed to her aid. So yeah, that garbage deserved it. Now, this begs the question: "If I saw the whole situation, why didn''t I step in when I saw what was happening?" Well, the thing is, I didn''t really know how strong that man was. So I had no choice but to let another guy, who was stronger and more confident in his abilities, become the hero. You can''t be a hero while also being weak, after all. Only the strong can decide what is right and what is wrong. That''s what I learned after coming to this world. Yeah, this ''fucking world.''. So let me take you back in time and explain how I ended up here. ** Bang Bang Bang "Wake up, brother. Wake up." A girl shouted as she kept banging on the door. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." The banging continued. What the actual fuck? Let me sleep a little longer. I turned around, trying to find a better position to sleep in. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." The banging continued. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Ugh¡ª I tried to open my eyes. The sunlight had already flooded the room, forcing me to shut my eyes before they could even adjust to the sunlight. Nah, I''ll just sleep some more. I turned my head, now facing the bed. Trying to sleep. "WAKE UP, BROTHER." The banging continued. Let me sleep some more. I reached out in all directions, trying to find my pillow, but I couldn''t feel it anywhere. Huh? Pillow-san, where are you? Pillow-san was one of my favorite merch. It was extremely soft, had a temperature-regulating feature that kept it cool at night, and even had cute anime girl eyes. How could anyone hate it? This was serious now. Where was Pillow-san? I sat up straight and opened my eyes quickly, ignoring the harsh light flooding in. Pillow-san''s life mattered more to me than anything in the world. I looked around the bed. Still no sign of it. Don''t tell me... DID PILLOW-SAN GET KIDNAPPED? NO NO NO NO NO, this can''t be happening. Without Pillow-san, I am nothing. No identity, no name. Every night, you were the one I returned home for, but now you''ve disappeared. "WHERE ARE YOU, PILLOW-SAN?" I shouted in misery. "What are you saying, brother? Shut up and come have breakfast." "SHUT UP, DISRESPECTFUL WO¡ª" Wait, brother? BROTHER? BROTHER? What does she mean by brother? I have no sister. And now that I think about it... WHERE THE FUCK AM I? This isn''t my room. I looked around and noticed I was in a wooden house, completely different from the ones made of brick or concrete. Looking down, I placed my palm on the bed and felt its texture; it was rough. No. No. NO. First Pillow-san, and now the bed. It was obvious from my current situation¡ªI had been transmigrated. Though I loved the idea of getting isekai''d, not without Pillow-san. Even worse, I can no longer sleep on the soft mattress I had invested thousands of dollars in. I am sad. It took a few moments before I started darting my eyes around the room again. There was a mirror right next to the door. I stood up and walked towards it. Each step I took made a creaking sound. Ignoring it, I continued walking towards the mirror. From the looks of it, this seems Chinese-themed. So something like a wuxia or cultivation novel? Maybe it''s one of the novels I read back in my world. ... Now that I think about it, weren''t all wuxia novels almost the same? How the fuck would any of that knowledge even help me? I''m so helpless. It''s no different from that of an infant. I stood in front of the mirror. Long black hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. Hm¡­ I won''t lie, but this guy is hot as fuck. If I were a girl, I''d smash. Matter of fact, throw the idea of me being a girl away; I''d smash even if I were a guy. (I''m 100% straight, btw.) Dear Lord, thank you for blessing me with this holy body. So this is the moment I get a headache and receive all the memories, right? I clenched my fist, ready for impact. ... ... ... Nothing. Nothing at all. Alright, maybe it''s taking a bit more time. Come on, memories. ... ... ... Uh- Please don''t tell me I''m not getting any memories of this body. I was joking about being as clueless as an infant before, but if I don''t get any memories, that may actually turn out to be true. Please, gods of reincarnation, help me. Help me. I need memories of this guy. ... ... ... No response. As expected. It''s not like there was actually a god who was going to respond. I''m not dumb enough to believe that. Let''s stop being dramatic and get our shit together. To summarize my current situation: I am in another world, with no memories of whoever this guy is. And most importantly, without my dear Pillow-san. Oh, wait. I know. Cheats. System. I get a system, right? All the reincarnators, transmigrators, and people that visit another world get one, right? So I get one too, right? Okay, moment of truth. "Syuu-" "Syy-" "Syys-" No way in hell am I saying this. First, putting me into this world, and now making me do something so embarrassing. It looked so cool in those novels and manhwas; I never imagined it would be so ''cringe'' in reality. Phew. I took a deep breath. Alright, here goes nothing. "Sys-" I looked around¡ªleft, right, up, and down¡ªchecking if someone was watching. (Author: Yes, they are.) No one. "System." I said it flat out. ... ... ... NO. NO. NO. No system. This is so fucking embarrassing. Why did I do it? WHY? At the cost of my self-respect. I continued staring at the mirror, contemplating my life so far. At least, I look hot. I guess this life is going to be spent jerking myself off to the reflection of myself. (Again, I''m 100% straight.) 2. An embarrassing encounter I was being pressed on from all the directions. A person who seemed to be the father sat in the middle of the dining table while the others sat on either side of the rectangular dining table. I don''t actually really understand why I feel gazes from everyone right now. Matter of fact, I still did not get any of this body''s older memories and am still clueless as to who these people are supposed to be. To my left sat a girl, not much older than fourteen. Everyone at the dining table had similar features. They had extremely dark features, dark eyes, and dark hair, but also contrasting to it, their lighter skin tones. Serving us were three women, all wearing white clothes, much different from ours, which reeked of nobility. Many of their clothes looked like they had been restitched multiple times before. Obviously, they''re the family servants. One of these women came towards me, and placed a large piece of steak on my place. "Thank you." I said it by instinct. It was always a habit of mine to thank anyone at a restaurant who served me anything. I looked around and noticed that everyone''s eyes had widened. It took a few moments before each of them regained their composure. Shit. Did I do something out of character? Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. I don''t have a clue of what this guy does or how he behaves. I looked around and noticed that no one else thanked the servers like I did. So that was the reason: the thank you. It''s not that I acted out of character; I completely acted otherworldly. I should improve my observation skills more and imitate others for now. "Ahem-" The man coughed so as to gather everyone''s attention. The old man doesn''t realize it, but he already had all our attention from the beginning. I think everyone is just waiting for him to start eating so they can start eating themselves. "I''ll be leaving for work early today since we''ve been having some issues with the farmers and the alchemist association. I want to resolve this matter as quickly as possible, or the association will start to purchase the herbs from another family." "Let''s start eating." He took the chopsticks placed next to him and started taking bites of the steak, which had already been cut into smaller pieces. That guy is so direct. I guess that''s what a leader sounds like. Everyone followed behind him and started taking bites of the steak. Now here comes another problem. I DON''T HAVE A CLUE OF HOW TO USE A CHOPSTICK. I cried inside my mind. What can I do? How do I even hold this? I looked across to the other side of the table, where a boy much younger than me sat. Having features similar to me, I''d even question if that''s what I looked like when I was younger. If it was, then I definitely was a popular kid. Did I say "I"? I meant the owner of this body. The boy elegantly held the chopsticks between his fingers and took each bite with grace. Alright, I just need to imitate him. Copy it. It''s as simple as that. I picked up the chopsticks and placed my middle finger in between the two sticks. Slightly turned my fingers downwards. Yes, this is it. Now the part of picking it up. I moved my chopsticks forward towards one of the pieces of chicken. Grabbing it from both sides, I gently picked it up and moved the piece of meat towards my mouth. I guess it was too gentle because I managed to slip it before it reached my mouth. ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ Everyone stopped eating and had their attention completely directed towards me. ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ What do I do now? What do I say? How did I even manage to get into this situation? Oh yeah, I''ve got an idea. I turned on my poker face. Looked at each and every one straight into their eyes. One by one. The younger guy, the older guy, the father, the woman who seemed to be my mother, and then the younger sister. "What?" I snorted with a very arrogant tone. "Ahem, it''s nothing." The father replied. No way in hell did I get out of that situation so easily.. Kill me, kill me already. How can I even live with this anymore? I cried deep in my mind. ** The dinner continued without another problem. The problem being me not doing something to embarrass myself. So let''s summarize the situation: I probably have zero respect within my family right now, and I still have no clue who I am. Knock Knock Knock Not again. What is it going to be now? "Brother, Isn''t it time you leave for school?" School? SCHOOL?