I Have An Infinite Cultivation Resource (Xianxia)

I Have An Infinite Cultivation Resource (Xianxia)

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Lu You, a menial disciple with a mixed spiritual root, had an Artifact named 'Cauldron of Cornucopia' within the space of his mind. Put a single spirit stone into it, and it instantly turned into countless spirit stones. Put a talisman into it, and it instantly turned into countless talismans. A few months later, after grinding his way to the Golden Core realm with his endless resources, Lu You tried placing his own Golden Core into the basin. "Good heavens-so this is how the cauldron is meant to be used? I'm invincible now!"
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There are children who learn by watching. There are children who learn by copying. And then- There are children who learn by living. Han Seo-jin was not a normal child. Not because he was loud. Not because he was gifted. But because- He felt less than others. He didn't cry when he fell. He didn't laugh when others did. He didn't panic. Didn't cling. Didn't need. "...Why don't you cry?" "I don't think I need to." It wasn't arrogance. It wasn't strength. It was emptiness. A quiet world. Flat. Gray. Until- One day- He touched a script. And the world- Touched him back. He felt rain. Cold. Fear. Loss. Pain. Things he had never truly understood- Became real. Not imagined. Not practiced. Lived. A child who could not feel- Began to experience everything. Again. And again. And again. Through countless lives. Through countless deaths. Through countless roles. And unknowingly- He became something the world could not understand. A genius? A prodigy? A miracle? No. He was simply- A child- Who had lived too many lives. And this- Is the story- Of how that child- Became the greatest actor the world had ever seen.

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