I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 28: I Will Seize That Game!

Victor tried everything.

He took a detour to avoid the beast. It still found him.

He tried fighting it again. Same result.

Death!

He even tried climbing a tree. The Qi Devouring beast just knocked the damn tree down.

No matter what he did—he always encountered the beast.

And every time, it killed him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until eventually—

Victor gave up.

He sat down in the fog, staring blankly at the shifting mist.

He had lost count of how many times he had died.

Six? Seven? Ten? Twenty?

He honestly didn't care anymore.

Then, to his own surprise—he started laughing.

Like a man on the brink of insanity.

"This... is ridiculous."

He shook his head. "This is just crazy... I hate this game!"

The mist swirled around him as if mocking him.

He let out a sigh.

Then, an idea hit him.

A crazy, stupid, ridiculous idea.

'What if I tried that?' His eyes narrowed in thought.

And yet—

It just might work.

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Two hours later, Victor stood before the Qi Devouring Beast once more.

This time, he was calm.

This time, he was prepared.

The beast let out a low growl as its monstrous yellow eyes locked onto him.

Victor smirked.

"Alright, ugly. Round twelve. Let's dance."

The beast lunged.

Victor turned and ran.

But this time, it was different.

Instead of fleeing at full speed, he maintained a steady pace, just fast enough to stay barely out of reach.

And more importantly—he released just enough Qi for the beast to track him, but not drain him completely.

The beast roared in frustration, pushing itself harder, but never quite catching him.

Victor started picking up small rocks, branches, anything he could find—and threw them at the beast.

"Hey, big guy! You suck!" He chucked a stone. "Come on, try harder!" He threw another one. "Are you even trying?!"

The beast snarled as its eyes burned with rage.

It was getting angry.

Perfect.

Victor kept the pattern going, leading it through the mist.

Minutes passed.

Then—his speed slowed.

On purpose.

He let himself appear tired and vulnerable.

The beast took the bait.

It lunged forward, going for the kill.

And in that moment—

Victor activated Phantom Mirage Step.

His body flickered, splitting into multiple afterimages that scattered in different directions.

The beast phased straight through them.

And then—

It fell.

A massive hole covered by large leaves, opened beneath it.

The beast let out a deafening roar as it plunged into the pit, crashing to the bottom with a thunderous impact.

Victor stood at the edge, panting heavily.

The beast snarled and thrashed, trying to leap out—

But Victor was already rolling a giant boulder toward the opening.

With one final push, he sent it tumbling down.

The rock crashed into the hole, sealing the beast inside.

A long silence followed.

Victor wiped the sweat from his brow.

Then, slowly—a grin stretched across his face.

"...It actually worked."

He started laughing.

"IT ACTUALLY WORKED!"

Victor had spent the last two hours digging that pit and thanks to his cultivation level, he was able to make it deep enough to prevent the beast from easily escaping.

The final phase of the plan was to seal it in with a boulder or it would eventually escape. Fortunately the plan worked.

He could finally leave the Misguided Misty Paths.

...

Minutes later, Victor stumbled forward as his feet dragged over the final stretch of rocky ground before him. His body felt a little sore, but—

He was out.

The moment he stepped past the threshold of the Misguided Misty Paths, the eerie, fog-ridden landscape vanished behind him, swallowed by the unnatural mist.

What lay ahead was breathtaking.

An endless expanse of clear, open land stretched before him, bathed in the soft glow of an early morning sky.

The rolling green fields were dotted with vibrant wildflowers, and a distant river shimmered beneath the sun. Mountains stretched far beyond the horizon with their snow-capped peaks piercing the clouds.

A cool breeze rushed past him, carrying the fresh scent of earth and water. The difference between this peaceful world and the hellscape he had just escaped was so sharp that Victor nearly dropped to his knees in sheer relief.

Then—

Ding!

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<[ System Notification: You have successfully crossed the Misguided Misty Paths! ]>

Rewards Earned:

. +5000 wisps of Qi

. +10 Stat Points

. Unique Trait: Fog Resistance (Grants mild immunity to illusions)

. Mystic Treasure Chest (Low-Tier)

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Victor blinked.

"Wait... a treasure chest? Hell yeah!"

Another notification followed.

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[Progress Tracker]

Three Routes to the Next Region:

✅ Misguided Misty Paths - Crossed

❌ Dark Canyon - Not Crossed

❌ Devil Forest - Not Crossed

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Victor frowned at the remaining two challenges ahead. "Oh yeah, that sounds inviting. Super cozy."

But he had no time to think about it now.

Because suddenly—voices filled his ears.

"Dude turned to a statue..."

"It stinks in here."

Only, these voices weren't from the game.

[ Logging Out Of Ascendant Realms... ]

Victor's eyes snapped open.

He was back in his room—his VR helmet was still strapped tightly to his head. But something was off.

For one, he wasn't alone.

"...Holy hell, he's ALIVE."

"That boy has been in there for TWO days."

Victor blinked in confusion while sitting up abruptly to find two very familiar faces looming over him—Jake and chubby Max.

The moment he made eye contact with them, they jumped back dramatically like they had just seen a corpse reanimate.

"Bro, we thought you DIED," Jake exclaimed while throwing his arms in the air.

Max crossed his arms and nodded sagely. "Yeah, we were already planning your funeral."

Victor rubbed his eyes groggily. "The hell are you two doing in my room?"

Jake pointed at the door. "Your mom let us in. We told her you've been missing in action since Friday."

Victor raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Max dramatically threw himself onto Victor's bed. "And, it's literally SUNDAY, my dude!"

Victor blinked. "...Huh?"

Jake nodded aggressively. "Yeah. Sunday. As in, the day after Saturday. As in, you've been gaming for over 48 hours straight."

Victor's stomach growled loudly.

The three of them paused.

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Then Victor sighed. "Welp. That explains why I feel like I'm dying."

He bolted out of bed, racing for the kitchen. His friends exchanged looks before following after him.

By the time Victor started inhaling food, his mother was already on his case.

"You are going to make yourself sick, Victor!" she scolded with folded arms as she watched him scarf down a sandwich like it was the first meal he'd seen in a year.

"I'm fine, Mom," Victor tried to say, but it came out muffled with bread and meat still in his mouth.

His mother wasn't having it.

"No, you are NOT fine," she snapped. "You've been locked in your room since Friday! I thought you were studying, but no! You were playing that damn game your father got you!"

Victor swallowed his food, then gave his best charming smile. "To be fair, I WAS learning things. Cultivation techniques. Very educational."

His mother narrowed her eyes. "Victor Revenant, if you do NOT start playing in moderation, I WILL seize that game and lock it away."