Cultivating in Reverse: My Sign-In System Wants Me Dead

Getting transmigrated into a cultivation world sounds like a dream.

Flying swords. Immortality. Spirit beasts. Heavenly treasures. Who wouldn’t want that life?

There’s just one problem.

My new body rejects all of it.

Fresh spring water burns my stomach like acid. Spiritual rice feels like swallowing broken glass. Even basic healing pills make me cough up blood. The sect elders don’t bully me—they pity me. My body is so messed up that the only things I can safely eat are spoiled bread and cheap alcohol.

At first, I thought I had the worst cultivation physique in existence.

Then, on my eighteenth birthday, my Sign-In System finally activated.

I thought my cheat ability had arrived at last… until I saw the rewards.

Legendary demon pills. Deadly poisons. Forbidden corpse liquids.

Every reward looked less like treasure and more like a creative way to die.

During a desperate fight, I was forced to swallow one of the so-called suicide pills. I expected my meridians to explode.

Instead, my body went numb, I collapsed face-first into the dirt…

…and my cultivation improved.

That’s when I realized the truth.

My body doesn’t work normally.

The effects of everything I consume are completely reversed.

Deadly poison becomes healing medicine. Destructive pills strengthen my foundation. Cursed substances treated as disasters by the world become cultivation resources for me.

That terrifying villainess whose tears are made of lethal poison? Everyone else avoids her like a walking catastrophe.

To me, she’s basically free cultivation materials.

Now, while righteous cultivators fight to the death over rare spiritual herbs, I’m buying expired pills, cursed medicine, and defective trash from auction houses for pocket change.

The heavens may want me dead.

Too bad for them.

I’m going to drink poison all the way to immortality.