Ordinary Strength in a Legendary World

I woke up in another world with zero talent and no system to guide me. Just a body that

could barely feel qi. Everyone here practiced flashy sword techniques and ancient manuals

passed down for generations. Me? I sat by a river placing stones on

my stomach, watching them rise and fall with each breath. People laughed when

they saw me. Called it pointless. But I remembered something from my old life.

Water doesn't force its way through rock. It flows until the rock forgets it

was ever solid. So I kept breathing. Kept moving qi like I was tracing invisible rivers under my

skin. No shortcuts. No destiny. Just me and the quiet realization