Upon opening his sight, he felt a massive headache.
"AHHH!!!"
Memories of a person he does not know burst into his head.
'Whats this?!'
Recieving pain he hasn't felt before. He fell off a shabby looking bed that can fit two persons.
'Shit! Shit! Fuck!'
He raised two of his finger and made a twurl movement.
But nothing seems to happen.
'Huh?'
The pain grew more intensely causing him to lose consciousness.
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Waking up and seeing an unfamiliar red ceiling he pinched himself making sure its not a dream.
"Ahh..."
He stood up slowly while holding on the bed for support.
"Pop"
Suddenly a big transparent sign popped up in front of him.
"Name: Roru, Current Age:16
Blood Attributes: Dark magic, Light magic, (+)
Progress: 1/1000"
After falling on the floor again, he looks at the sign in front of him while caressing his hurt bottoms.
"What the fuck!?!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
A knock and a shout came from what looks like the room next to his.
He just ignored the shout knowing he cannot do anything about it yet. But if its his past self he will just burst in and decapitate the guy who shouted.
"Tsk."
He continued reading the sign in front of him.
'Progress one out of one thousand?'
Curious about what it meant he blurted out.
"Whats does this progress mean?"
Suddenly a sentence popped in his head.
'Everytime a point gets added, your past techniques and spell gets unlocked. Upon completing the progress, you get back the prime version of your past self.'
He showed a big smile and a scene of his past self came to his mind of him swinging a big black sword with black lighting coming out of it while cutting big castles cleanly while thousands of dead body are scattered everywhere.
'Prime self huh...'
Moving on in his flashback he asks.
"What about this light magic?"
'That is me'
Question marks appear above his head.
"What are you exactly?"
'I am a fragment of �̶̤̙͑�̛̱͕̙̰̮͚ͨͨ�̴͍̟͇͓͓͋̉͂rͩ̐ͯͦ҉̠̰̺̠̘͍͇�̾͒҉̹̠͍�̄̓ͩ͏̣̪̘͚̤̘�̴̭̣͚̓̒ͥ̿, to be precise an 'entity'.'
An unreadable text of the supposedly fragment of what entity came from popped in his mind.
"Who?"
'�̶̤̙͑�̛̱͕̙̰̮͚ͨͨ�̴͍̟͇͓͓͋̉͂rͩ̐ͯͦ҉̠̰̺̠̘͍͇�̾͒҉̹̠͍�̄̓ͩ͏̣̪̘͚̤̘�̴̭̣͚̓̒ͥ̿'
"Something seems to be blocking it."
'It seems your progress is too low to understand what im saying.'
Suprise by the text he just read, he replied.
"Oh... So you have your own consciousness"
'Of course. Dumbass.'
A vein popped out his forehead. But he decided to just ignore what entity said and calmed down.
He sat with both legs crossed together and formed a meditating pose.
Energy began gathering around his body. Upon checking his body a unique purple color blood appeared.
"Phew... I still have a cultivation base..."
"But my cultivation base is only at what seems to be Peak Practitioner at best."
"Base on the memories i recieved the ranking system here is Desciple, Practitioner, Master, Grand Master, Spirit, King, Emperor, Ancestor, Venerate, Half Saint and Saint."
He stood up slowly and headed to the bathroom.
'You dont look so suprised knowing you lost all the power you had.'
Hearing what entity said he calmly replied.
"I predicted that this will happen. After using domain control for more than an hour it will backlash sooner or later with unknown side effects because this is the first time i overused all my main spells and techniques in one battle. And to add eating a heavenly scroll entity, this result is much better. Amd its not like a died right?"
Recieving no response from entity. He stopped walking.
"Right?"
'ummm... so heres the thing...'
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"BANG"
He punched the door of his bathroom after hearing what entity said.
"What the fuck?!!"
'Whose memories do you think you have right now?'
"I tought it was yours!"
Angry about dying, he looks at the mirror and sees a handsome face with a long hair simillar to his past self.
"CRACK"
He punches the mirror with his right fist causing shards of glass to stab his knuckles while blood drips from it.
"Fucking bastards!!"
The door to his room suddenly opens.
"Didn't i tell you to shut the fuck up!"
A man burst in his room. Roru looked at the man with killing intent.
"The fuck are you looking a-"
Not finishing his words, Roru jumped at the man causing both of them to fall on the floor.
"What the fu-"
"BAM!"
Roru punched the mans face with his right fist.
Shards of mirror stabs the mans face.
"AHHH!"
The man scream from the pain and his hands began to spark small red fire.
Noticing that the man is casting a spell he takes three steps backwards.
And just like Roru predicted the man's hands lit with red flame and goes haywire.
"You piece of shit!"
The man shouted while releasing red fire spells everywhere to find Roru after loosing his vison.
Roru raised three fingers and used it to cover his right eye.
"Peek"
Small dark flame lit up on the man's robe and ate the man's red flame and slowly burning the him.
'What spell is this?'
Entity asked. Roru calmed down a little after releasing some 'stress' and replied.
"...Its a technique not a spell."
'Whats the diffirence?'
While the man burns slowly with the dark flame, he explained.
"Spells are magic that anyone can learn, while techniques are magic only you can make or learn."
'I see... But you shouldn't kill him yet'
"And why is that?"
'On the time you were sleeping i observed many things like people wearing the same robe, meaning you are in a guild. Which means more problem will come when they find out you are involved if he went missing.'
Roru just flashed a big grin and said.
"Not if they find out."
Soon the man's limbs went missing one by one not leaving any ashes.
'Why is he not screaming?'
"This technique is meant for assasinations and long range attacks because the target cant feel the flame and leaves no evidence."
Soon the man disappeared along with the small black fire.
Roru stared at the spot where the man disappeared and sat at the bed.
"...Shit... What happened to my original body?"
'Probably being experimented on right now.'
They're probably celebrating because of my death right now. Fucking bastards! ambushing my guild out of nowhere.
Calming down a little, he noticed a phoenix logo on the robe his wearing. Phoenix? Is this a small guild?, Or a newly established one.
"What guild am i in?"
'Hell Blaze'
"Hell Blaze? Is this a descendant of my bloodline?"
'This guild is not. To be exact you are in a what they call 'dual cultivation sect' on the eastern continent.'
Ignoring other informations, Roru shouted.
"Eastern?!?"
I tought other continents were just myths!, more importantly how does he have knowledge about this?!. I guess thats why they gathered up the whole continent to retrieve him from me.
'Before you get lost in your toughts. You should take a bath first, you smell.'
Roru smelled himself and made a disgust expression and went straight to the bathroom.
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