THE BLACK CULTIVATOR
READING AGE 16+
[Warning: This story is written in English and Nigerian Pidgin. Strictly rated 18+] [English Translation Written In Brackets For Better Understanding]
After a fatal accident in Port Harcourt, a sharp and street-smart Nigerian youth wakes up in the body of a weak, dark-skinned orphan called Li Yan — now renamed Chris.
Alone and betrayed by his small clan, the original owner died in the void mountain after crossing the merciless Red Sand Desert for weeks. That’s where Chris opens his eyes for the first time in this new world.
Thrown into the brutal cultivation continent of Tianhuang, with no talent, no backing, Chris gets one thing other cultivators don’t — the Supreme Hustle African System.
With pure Naija grind, sharp mouth, unbreakable will, and plenty of pepper in his blood, he begins his journey from the bottom. No handouts. No mercy. Just pure determination to reach the peak.
His goal is simple: Become a god above all gods.
Can one Nigerian youth survive this cruel world of sects, power, betrayal, love and death?
Only time fit tell sha. (Only Time Will Tell)
Unfold
"Listen everyone, this boy is possessed by a demon. Alone, I cannot defeat him, but together we can bring him down," Yang spoke. "If we don't kill him now before he unleashes his full power, we are all going to die." Yang's voice rose.
Chris's eyes looked downward, staring far ahead. The Foundation disciples gathered one aft……
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