When John awoke he felt a searing migraine from that killer shock he had gotten previously. The first thing he did was to inspect the interior of his body with his mind to see what had happened after he had passed out.
The first thing he noticed was a black membrane surrounding his heart and monitoring the energy and blood flow. In the center of his heart John now had a new heart cavity that contained a pitch black orb that rotated in a nonspecific loop like pattern. Every now and then a flare would shoot energy off which would flow through his body stream and strengthen the tissues and organs that it flowed by, while simultaneously absorbing the impurities within those tissues and by the time the flare had returned several more had already shot off to do the same thing, nevertheless the flare reentered the spinning mass and allowed it to begin increasing in power.
All of a sudden he was pulled back to reality as he felt his ribs crack from the suddenness of an impact to them.
"Get your lazy ass up and get to work". A tall muscles man with a domineering aura stood in front of him and pointed in the direction he wanted John to go in. As John left the mana face was covered in a sneer of disgust as he looked at the back of John.
Not knowing where he was or how powerful the man in front of him was, all John could do was follow the orders. He felt his side start to heal at an insane speed for his body's strength. That fact alone allowed for him to have a bit of joy, but alas that wouldn't last long.
When he had gotten to the location pointed out by the man, John was handed new clothes and was told to start digging. He quickly got changed and made his way over to where he saw other "workers".
When he reached the same area as the others he saw that they weren't using equipment of any kind and were just punching the wall. Cursing under his breath at the situation he had gotten himself into John walked up to the wall and punched it. A loud booming sound echoed in the dark depths of what ever shit hole he was in and an area of at least fifteen feet tall and long with a depth of ten was made.
'Oops I forgot to hold back to human standards, I guess I sound pretend that it took a lot out of me to make the hole'. All of a sudden under the gazes of most in the giant hole they were in John collapsed onto one knee and pretended to breathe heavily. His fellow workers had to fight off their dazed states as they didn't want to be beat by their captors for slacking off.
John got back on his feet after a minute of his act and also went back to working on the hole. Sadly for John he had garnered the attention of one of the senior guards who had noticed something was up with his act. It took him at least three seconds after the punch to show signs of weakness, and just like that he had been saw through.
The man who had noticed began to walk towards a building towards the back of the utterly enormous hole, it was nearly the size of an entire kingdom and that was a generous estimate, it might even be the size of smaller empires that existed within this land.
As the man entered the building every single person in the room saluted to him, not paying any mind to it though the man continued on his mission. This mission had brought him in front of the counter towards the back of the room, the person at the counter also saluted him, stood up, and asked him a rather simple question.
"What can I do for you today guard captain Bak". She said with a bit of a fearful expression on her face as she usually only got the weak guards come to her but this time she had gotten the captain himself.
"Lancy I need to see the information on the new worker to the mining team". Lancy immediately ran to the cabinet and pulled out a folder with Johns picture on the front.
After she had handed the folder to the captain he nodded and left the room. Everyone could finally breath a sigh of relief or that a man of that stature had left.
As he looked through the folder the corners of his mouth curled into a smile and he said something which no one in the vicinity could hear.
"He's at that realm and the decided to put him on the mining team, tsk what a waste. I might be able to have him transferred to my division though". The thought of him being transferred caused the man to chuckle as he now headed to a different building, one with a significantly more important role than the previous one he was in.
Oblivious to this all happening John just keep on digging, his mining speed being nearly triple that of any other worker near him. He mumbled a song to himself that he had heard while still being on earth.
"I am a dwarf...…..and I'm digging ...…..a hole, diggy,...…..diggy hole". With every word spoken large portions of rock in front of him crumbled from his strength.
None of the guards were able to properly supervise him due to the speed he had been mining and he left the mineral gathering crew in the dust as well which allowed him to gather several vaned of powerful seventh realm stones nearing the peak of its power, he made sure not to take too much of it though because he didn't want to get caught. After he had mined for almost three hours he had finally gathered all of the ores he needed, he quickly began his smelting by digging a 5 gallon bucket size hole and spitting a fire ball into the hole. As he was heating up the metals he put a drop of blood into each one and infused them with runes and wills. Cocooning the metals in his individuality he forced their material to bind together, but not before he put the gauntlets in with the metals. Having a sudden inspiration due to his personal law's creation aspect he put one of his arms into the bubble and with the other arm he drew and arc severing the arm instantly without effort. He realized that he would have to speed up the incubation process due to the members of the mineral gathering crew that always followed a miner and gathered the important materials almost being to his new location.
His body instinctively reacted to his will and a hole in his chest appeared as muscle and skin slide to the side. From this hole a singular black mist strand was drawn from his heart, the energy acted as a bonding agent and fused the material's together. Once the materials started to fuse John felt a sudden rise in his cultivation level all of his centers as they believed that they needed to be elevated to a level matching the power of his individuality and law.
In an instant he broke through to the eighth realm causing the bubble to start to match him, the materials boosted themselves into the eighth realm. John felt a sort of tugging on his metal sphere when this event happened which forced him to retreat inside to protect the stability of his center of power.
As his awareness of the area around him disappeared due to him retreating within his mental sphere, the gauntlets had a strange reaction they had kept their same look, but they were much more powerful than before. The sphere in his heart began to spin furiously and began to elevate its form again just like it had done before, flares short off of it and his body forced all of it to go into his arm it was instantly healed, but it took a minute or two to transform back to skin color from its previous black energy color. The gauntlets began to gravitate towards his hands and as they slid on and fit themselves perfectly, several metal drills inside the gauntlets drilled into his flesh, sucking up as much blood as possible and the turned into a dark red and black color as the drills finally stopped. The gauntlets began to disappear from visible sight though as they fused with him and his individuality.
Back in his mind though things were a bit different, John stood in front of a living creature that had manifested within his metal sphere. The creature looked a lot like a baby dragon and it radiated an aura that was indistinguishable from his own. The creature was infusing something into the walls of the sphere and the runes that he used to expand and strengthen his mental spheres walls were all glowing and lending the creature enough power for it to finish the inscription it was preforming. The delicate lines lit up upon the sphere and the dragons form began to change as it also lit up with a radiant light.
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In a secluded section of the universe in a dark and deep cave covered in treasures beyond the comprehension of beings like John, a old man sat with his eyes closed and absolutely covered in dust almost as if he had remained in the same spot for thousands of years.
'Boom'
The sound of the man suddenly standing up radiated for thousands of light years, the dust pored off of him in rivers as he looked in one direction entirely through the fabric of space and time. A man sitting in a cave made through his own efforts came into view, on the seated man's hands were crimson and black gauntlets that suddenly disappeared under the old man's attentive gaze.
"So there's still creatures of old roaming the empty chasms of space and apparently one of them have chosen this young man to be their champion. Another Great War is going to shake our universe and destroy countless millions of worlds". The man moved his hand and drew a formation within the air, countless golden tendrils came out of it and caused a draconic beast to appear in Johns mind thus causing the situation that unfolded just above.
"There you go my child now you will be able to control those soul weapons that the greedy owner of your soul has forced you too make". As the old man sit back down his wing expanded out of his back and his tail curled around him. The man didn't dismiss the screen like thing in front of him that allowed for him to see John.
"I wonder what path you will take when the war begins, for now I'll just observe your progress". The old man began to chuckle to himself after he had finished speaking.
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In a similarly distant space obscured from the universes prying eyes a man sat with the same type of screen in front of him as the old man did, but all his face showed was pure rage when he saw the golden energy tendril's surrounding John.
"That stupid old dragon just doesn't know when to die, I can't believe he would manipulate his own grandchild's champion". The younger man sighed there was nothing he could do about it, his grandfather was a whole tier above him after all.
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John still in his mind saw that the dragon from prior had transformed into two gauntlets that looked identical to his in everything but color. Not knowing what to do about it John sighed, ever since he entered this empire all he had was one crazy experience after the other.
John left his mind and almost as if he was struck by lightning he jumped up and continued to punch the wall.
"Shit, I hope they won't notice my sudden transformation or punish me for slacking off". And like that his day continued with him punching a wall, unaware of the turn his life was about to take. There was a lot of movement by the powerful and weak players of this game that he had unknowingly gotten caught up in, some of it being universe altering events he just couldn't tell. The only thing the mattered right now was surviving long enough to escape this labor camp and the only way to do that was persistence.