The Tyrant Emperor's Crown

You died from corporate overtime, only to wake in a broken body on the Vast Sky Continent—the weakest outer disciple with three shattered ribs and a daughter's drawing trampled in the mud. Then a system binds your soul: sixty seconds to kill your tormentor or be erased forever. As your cleaver finds flesh, you realize this useless body is an unopened weapon. When the sect's ice-cold Saintess and vengeful elders hunt you down, the shattered system screen on your chest ignites with spectral fire. Code runs in your veins now. Blood will forge your crown.