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Bandit System I Just Wanted To Go Home

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Synopsis
Hunter's life was so forgettable, even his girlfriend couldn't remember why she was leaving him. Thirty-three. Three mugs. Two plates. One spite-plant. Zero friends. This was Hunter's world, where he'd perfected the art of being nobody. Then he fell asleep watching Vikings raid villages and woke up in a forest with two moons. [SYSTEM] ERROR: HOST_MISMATCH_DETECTED [SYSTEM] PRIMARY HOST 'DANIEL': NOT FOUND [SYSTEM] FORCED INTEGRATION → SUBJECT: HUNTER The pain was Biblical. The System wanted him to save the world. Rescue princesses. Slay demon lords. Be a hero. Hunter's response? "I'd rather burn it all down." [SYSTEM] ADMIN AUTHORIZATION: GRANTED [SYSTEM] HERO_SYSTEM → BANDIT_SYSTEM: ONLINE Congratulations, the System said. Let's pillage. Now Hunter—insurance adjuster, email warrior, professional nobody—is stuck in a cultivation world where strength is law and weakness is death. He's got a Foundation Realm breakthrough that nearly killed him, a System that won't shut up, and three terrified bandits who think he's some kind of cultivation genius. His first kill? Accidental. His first followers? Enslaved out of desperation. His first mission? Raid a village of innocent farmers. Every choice drags him further from the man who wanted nothing more than to go home. Every breakthrough makes him less human. Every mission rewrites who he is. The System promised power. It never mentioned the price was his humanity. This is not a hero's journey. This is a descent—one bad decision at a time. IN THIS STORY: An ordinary man forced into extraordinary evil Cultivation with consequences (purge that black sludge) A System with personality (unfortunately) Moral decay in real time Dark humor meets darker choices No plot armor, just luck and desperation Spiritual sense that spoils everything within a mile NOT IN THIS STORY: Instant OP protagonist Harem collecting Face-slapping young masters (yet) Hero who saves everyone Genre: Dark Isekai | Cultivation | Anti-Hero | System | Psychological Warning: Features morally gray protagonist, slavery (cultivation contracts), violence, and a slow transformation from "boring office worker" to "reluctant villain." If you want a pure hero, this isn't that story. "I just wanted to go home. Now I'm becoming the monster who burns it down."
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Chapter 1 - Author's Note: Welcome to the Chaos

Hey there, fellow degenerate webnovel readers!

Yes, I see you. Scrolling at 2 AM. One more chapter, you said three hours ago.

I'm your brand new author, and like you, I've spent way too many hours of my life devouring cultivation stories, isekai adventures, and watching protagonists go from "wimpy office worker" to "continent-destroying god" in 2000 chapters. So naturally, I thought: What if the protagonist actually struggled with that transformation? What if becoming powerful came with a real price?

Enter Bandit System: I Just Want To Go Home

What You're Getting Into:

Meet Hunter: a 33-year-old insurance adjuster from Boston whose most exciting life decision was choosing between three identical mugs. His girlfriend left him. His apartment smells like cheap pizza. His plant refuses to die out of spite.

Then he wakes up in a fantasy cultivation world with a system that was supposed to turn him into a hero... except it glitched, picked the wrong guy, and turned him into a bandit lord instead.

Oops.

This is a story about a fundamentally decent person being forced into increasingly terrible choices. It's funny when Hunter's trying to figure out how to work a cultivation system like it's bad customer service software. It's dark when he realizes there's no customer service number to call for help. It's sad when he looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize what he's becoming.

Expect:

Moral complexity (no easy answers)

Dark humor (because if you don't laugh, you'll cry)

Actual consequences (actions have weight here)

Cultivation mechanics that make sense (no 500-chapter power level inflation... probably)

A protagonist who misses Big Macs more than he should

The Deal:

Minimum 5 chapters per week. That's my promise to you. Probably Monday through Friday because weekends are when I frantically outline and question my life choices.

BUT and here's where you come in: if this story takes off, I'll absolutely increase that. More readers = more motivation = more chapters. Simple math.

How You Can Help This Story (and Feed My Ego):

Add this to your library! It tells the algorithm that actual humans are reading this, not just my mom (hi Mom).

Drop a review! Honest feedback helps me improve, and ratings help others find the story. Even if it's just "neat, I liked the part where he freaked out about the two moons," that helps.

Power Stones! Throw them at me. I will catch them. I need them for... power. Obviously.

Comment! Tell me your theories, point out typos, yell at Hunter for his decisions. I read everything and it genuinely makes my day.

Share it! Know someone who likes morally gray protagonists and cultivation? Send it their way. Fair Warning:

This is my first published work. I'm learning as I go. There will be typos I miss. There will be pacing hiccups. But I'm committed to finishing this story and making it the best it can be. Your patience and feedback mean everything.

Also, Hunter is going to make some choices that will make you uncomfortable. That's intentional. This isn't a power fantasy where everything works out cleanly. It's a story about what happens when a normal person gets trapped in circumstances they never wanted, and has to live with what they do to survive.

TL;DR: New author. Cultivation story with actual moral weight. 5+ chapters a week. Please don't let me scream into the void alone. Add to library, review, and let's see if Hunter ever gets that Big Mac.

Now, let's watch a man from Boston try to figure out what the hell a "dantian" is.

See you in Chapter 1.

— Your Sleep-Deprived Author

P.S. If you're reading this far into the author's note, you're the real MVP. Drop a comment so I know you exist. Let's be friends. Or at least internet acquaintances who judge fictional character decisions together.