Dean opened his aching eyes glumly and looked at whatever was licking his face. An honest furred face was staring back at him, tongue out of its about and drool escaping as if it was escaping prison. Dean grudgingly wiped his face then pushed the dog away as he sat up.
He knew why he was sleeping in the gutters today; he drank too much after knowing he had just transmigrated. He had always hoped to do so but now that he just did, he had no clue of what to do. He knew the MCs always have a self drive and that even those that were last would have a self drive in the form of a cute girl who had always taken care of them since long ago but he had noone! The guy he had taken over his body from was a street boy who was afraid of everyone. Well, he had a reason to because his whole family got massacared because of the talent he had. Since then, he hasn't cultivated or trusted any one ever again.
Dean took over his body and swore never to be like him but then, reality hit him! How in the world would he start overturning his luck? Everyone in this era knew about cultivation. The world had gone through technological advances and it was close to his previous world but, cultivation was everything! The world had energy called Draca which was used as the basis of cultivation. Draca needed a strong body to harness its power so one had to undergo special forces type training in order to have a chance of becoming a cultivator. That was the starting point of elimination, the rest were not so humane. Dean knew that this body was born strong enough to start cultivating with Draca and this had caused so much storm from every race.
The Elves wanted to train him, the goblins wanted to eat him to gain his talent, the high humans claimed he was their child that got misplaced, the fairies claimed that Draca had found a champion in him and the giants kept mum like the dwarves. The other races were never informed because they had no business knowing but they still found out and that was when Dean got the first bounty for his head.
When he was nine, they finally caught up and he witnessed the death of his family and everyone that came to rescue him. Since then, the previous Dean has had PTSD and he hid from the whole world, living in the streets and foraging in the trash. He had enemies all over the world and the moment he uses his identity, everyone would hunt him. To Dean, it was a shame because Dean's full name was Dean Fightmaster and the talent he got was that the more he fought, the more he will absorb or recover Draca. He was a full on Broly with no Zenkai Boost, yet.
"I need more alcohol," he groaned as he got up and wobbled towards the bar but he hadn't taken a couple of steps before he was stopped by two guys. Dean looked up at them and groaned. "What do you brain dead idiots want now?"
"We still want to help you like we talked yesterday before you passed out. A person should not live like this..."
"The way I live is none of your fucking problem. I get sleep, food and occasionally a drink I can enjoy," Dean answered as he started walking away but one of them clutched onto his hand.
"We are humanitarians and the way you are living is not humane at all. We will take you to a Children's home where you will live until you are of age then if you want to leave you are free to,"
"Also, there is a programme introduced that might be of use to you. We are letting all the children there have a chance of becoming cultivators. Don't you want to one day become a Divine?"
Dean almost beat the crap out of them when he heard that. Because if Draca, even a normal human can live for 250 years and that is the lowest. Some have lived for 500 years old after the first stage of cultivation called Body Enhancement, so, becoming an adult meant he should be fifty years of age. He was a sixteen years old boy right now and still had the mentality of his former world where eighteen is the age of becoming an adult. Also, Body Enhancement was like special forces training only on Divine steroids. The training has killed so many people that it should as well be called illegal but everyone still wants to cultivate so it's a vicious cycle!
"I don't want to and you are not going to make to," Dean said and yanked his hand free. The two men were stunned by his response. Usually, when they mentioned the second thing, they would immediately agree and start fawning over them but this time, they met a thick tree that was not shaking with the storm. The first man quickly came in front of Dean and held out his hand to stop him but what happened next was out of his expectations. Dean got hold of his fingers then twisted his wrist, making the man bend his body with the flow.
"What are you doing? Attacking a government official is punishable with fifty canes," one of them said. Dean's hand shot forward and the man who was talking gagged as he got hold of his throat and fell on the ground gasping.
"Your recruitment need more work and check if the person you want in your so called homes want to go to them," Dean told them as he twisted harder, making the man scream in pain. Dean smiled as he remembered his life before he came here but quickly came back to reality. He then punched the man on his stomach, making him fall to the ground, gasping for air. Dean shook his head and helped him up once again. "C'mon, you're okay," he said as he dusted the man's coat fervishly. When the man let his guard down, Henry's kick came next and an ear piercing shriek came from his mouth. He fell to the ground, clutching his privates, tears streaming out of his closed eyes.
"Next time I see you blokes it will not be so restrained," Dean warned them then continued on to the pub. When he got in, the usual smell of smelly drunkards, liquor and unwashed bathroom hit him. He wouldn't go to another pub because all the others have enforced the over fifty drinking rule. The alcohol of this place could put every alcohol in his former world to shame and he was an alcohol lover before. He went to the counter and sat on a stool. The barmaid looked at him with a judging shake of her head as she always does but still poured him a drink, one of the cheapest and weakest drink they had.
"It's rare for you to arrive this early, what happened?" she asked him.
"Those two blokes tried to recruit me again. Had to give them a stronger message than yesterday's. As usual, keep it in my tab," he answered her as he gripped his glass hard so that she could not take it back when he said that.
"I still don't see why you are so opposed to going to the homes," she said, pretending not to see his actions. She thought it was immature of him for she could just take it with her cultivation at Draca Enhancement and he would still do nothing to her.
"They want a genius like me to go study their crude methods of training soldiers and hope I become a cultivator only to end up as a front line, underpaid kingdom soldier. No, when I start training, I will cause waves in every kingdom, Empire or sect that I go to," he answered then took a sip of his liquor. She rolled her eyes at his narcissist comment as she had heard of that countless times, especially when he was drunk. She went to serve another customer and left Dean thinking to himself but his thinking became slurred the more sips he took. When the glass was empty, he overturned the glass and started wobbling out of the pub, swearing that he was gonna stop embarassing himself by being drunk after drinking a shot glass worth of liquor. When he was outside, the red sun was high in the sky that he had to shield his eyes with his hand. Just then, a van stopped in front of him and the door was opened just as it screeched to a stop then the next thing he knew, two people had gripped his two hands and carried him into the van where a bag was put into his head as the door was closed and the van took off.
"What the freaking hell!" Dean screamt as all his drunkenness escaped as he realised he was just kidnapped after two minutes! "You blights better let me go or I will start raining..." One of the ment punched him out cold and Dean's body slammed into the bare floor with a thud.