# Chapter 1: A Single Hammer Smashes the Title on the Blazing Disc into Fragments
In the Attribute Enhancement Hall, Kukulin Bai Ye stood before a massive, circular disc that radiated intense heat. The disc, known as the Blazing Disc, was used to enhance attributes and titles for contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise. Currently, a newly acquired title was embedded on its surface, shimmering with a faint golden light.
Without hesitation, Bai Ye raised his hammer—a heavy, black-forged weapon crackling with faint traces of Cyan Steel Shadow Energy. With a single, precise strike, he brought the hammer down onto the center of the disc.
*BOOM!*
The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the hall. The golden title on the disc shattered into countless fragments, scattering like sparks from a dying fire. The Blazing Disc hummed in protest, its surface cracking slightly before stabilizing.
Mawen Hua'erzi, standing nearby, let out a low whistle. "You really don't hold back, do you? That was a decent title—could've boosted your luck attribute by at least 5 points."
Bai Ye lowered the hammer, his expression calm. "Luck is a false god. I'd rather rely on my blade."
Green Gillian, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, chuckled. "Typical Bai Ye. Smashes first, asks questions never."
Bai Ye ignored their comments, his gaze fixed on the fragments of the title now dissolving into motes of light. He had no use for titles that relied on chance. In the world of the Reincarnation Paradise, only strength forged through blood and steel mattered.
He turned and walked toward the exit, his footsteps echoing in the silent hall. Behind him, the Blazing Disc slowly repaired itself, ready for the next contractor who dared to seek its power.
Outside the Attribute Enhancement Hall, the bustling streets of the Central Area stretched before him. Contractors from various factions—Apocalypse Paradise, Holy Light Paradise, Death Paradise, and others—moved about their business. The air was thick with the scent of alchemical reagents and the faint hum of spatial energy.
Bai Ye's communicator buzzed. A message from Bubu Wang: "Boss, found something interesting in the Trade Market. You'll want to see this."
He pocketed the communicator and adjusted the grip on his blade, the Dragon-Slaying Flash, hanging at his hip. Whatever awaited him, he was ready.
The hunt never ended.