Carson's soul warped through time as if a divine being was guiding him to his desires to be a feudal warlord. His soul pierced the veil of worlds and in he entered the world of Aolus. The sun poured down onto the land as Carson's soul hung above the capital of Feitan. The city of Warren! There held the imperial palace where the emperor ruled over his lands with an iron fist. Leading the Nation to prosperity. Carson hung thousand of miles above the capital his soul could feel for miles around him as he instinctively knew what he had to do. He was to find someone who recently departed so that his soul could be placed inside their body so he could use it for himself. The only problem was looking for a compatible body and one that died recently. Carson with his strong soul was combing through the Capital streets. Looking for bodies. As he searched the bodies of the recently deceased Carson couldn't help but make some mental comments about the deceased. Too old, too fat, too ugly, ew I don't even want to know the rest of this story. Carson was disgusted with the way the last man was propped up for a sexual act before he passed due to the shock. Truthfully anyone that had died obviously had problems such as dying from old age, decapitation and other things like that. Those rendered the body unusable to Carson after all what was the point of taking the body of an 80-year-old man to come back to life only to die of old age 2 days later once again. Carson would rather just die right away instead of going through that. He needed someone whose body matched his, who was relatively young and passed away with an intact body. The last criteria would be being a noble as well cause Carson didn't know how feudal this society was so he needed to be rather careful on whether to choose a commoner or noble. But how would Carson be so lucky? If they were a noble worth possessing they wouldn't die so young and if they died so young it was obvious they were being plotted against and he would rather not have to deal with the affairs of a family like he had read so often in web novels. Carson could slowly feel his soul weakening as he searched through the Capital frantically in search of a young body that was suitable for martial arts. In honesty, though Carson was panicking, after all, he didn't know what would happen if he didn't pick someone before his soul weakened to the point he couldn't take someone over. He really doubts he could be so lucky and choose again. Finally, Carson's soul had descended upon a young boy in the slums. He appeared to only be around 6 years old with very handsome features but the boy had died of starvation so his cheeks were sunken in and his eyes ringed with darkness. Being so young Carson was sure he could mould the body into something great and the handsome features were a plus. Carson had always looked rather plain with average features the only thing above average on him was his large frame but just looking at his appearance he was average. So he was eager to test out the privileges of being someone with a handsome appearance. Along with that, the boy had died of starvation so the body was quite intact although rather weak. With that, the body he was to take over was chosen and Carson willed his soul forward and he descended upon the boy's body. His powerful soul filled the boy's empty vessel as his soul filled him up. Carson's senses slowly started to return as his sense of touch came first followed closely by hearing then scent than with sight last. He opened his eyes wide. This day was the day that Carson was born into this world. Born a conqueror with a world to conquer!