Immortal: From Cultivation to Dust

I have pressed this stone 22,995 times, and it has never once done anything interesting.

Caelus Varensis is the thirteenth child of a duke — and the family's greatest embarrassment. Born Grade Zero: no innate Anima, meridians too narrow to measure. In a world where cultivation determines your worth, he is legally less than human.

He should have died decades ago. Instead, every morning he wakes up, confirms a sign-in in his mind, and watches the number climb: +1 Year Lifespan. Twenty-three thousand years banked. He has no idea if that means immortality or just a very impressive number in his head. He's not eager to find out.

So he hides. For sixty-three years, he's been invisible — cooking strange food in a walled garden, befriending servants and beekeepers, growing vegetables that don't exist anywhere else on the continent. His sister is a cultivation prodigy who doesn't know his secret. His father hasn't spoken to him in eleven years. This is exactly how he wants it.

But when a stranger with a pendant shaped like a closed eye visits the estate, Caelus's quiet immortality starts to crack. Someone is watching. Someone who knows the symbol doesn't belong to any house on the continent. And after sixty-three years of hiding, the most dangerous man in Veridun might not be a cultivator at all —

He might be the one they forgot to notice.

What to expect:
- Slow-burn progression fantasy with Western cultivation
- An immortal protagonist who CANNOT fight — his weapons are patience, secrets, and cooking
- Found-family warmth mixed with creeping political danger
- Chapters posted daily
- No harem. No sudden power-ups. Just a very old man in a very young body, trying to outlive his problems.