For There Is ONE

Author Note: This is my first time writing so bare with me if I make any grammatical errors or if the sentences sometimes don't make sense. ALSO don't hold back with the constructive criticism unless you're just bashing me for no reason. For now read the first chapter and I hope you like it !!

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2 :45 PM
Friday 5 May 2022
London, UK
Europe
Earth

In a classroom on the second floor of Platinum Star Secondary School, all the way at the back of row, right next to the window, sat a young Afro-American boy. He looked about 16-17, brown hair cut into a clean taper fade, height about 6'0 etc,etc.

"Tsk"

He suddenly kissed his teeth for no apparent reason, seemingly annoyed at something incomprehensible only to him. It was in the final minutes of the lesson at the end of the day and he was quite eager to head home.

[RING! RING!]

As soon as the bell rang Damien (That was his name) calmly packed his bag and headed out, trying hard to not get noticed by the girls that were seemingly waiting for him at the exit of the school. You see Damien was popular, not for his social skills (…or the lack thereof), but by his looks. Its not very day that you see someone with supermodel level handsomeness among your peers, and one so antisocial as well.

~~Slip~~Slip~~

Damien nimbly manoeuvred between his fellow students, deftly timing his slips whenever a female swept her searching gaze toward him, and subtly exited the school premises. He unlocked his smartphone and checked the time.

[3:05 PM]

'2 minutes faster than yesterday, gotta up my game' Damien thought to himself and hurriedly opened an app, Webnovel, and proceeded to check if any fanfics were updated. He clicked on one, started to read and quickly got absorbed into the story. It was about a certain character who got transmigrated into the Marvel Universe, specifically the MCU as a mutant and quickly drowned in despair as his mutant ability was only on the beta psi level.

[Memory Absorption] was what he called it. One might think why despair? Surely you can steal all the knowledge from the great minds that plague earth in the MCU? But there is a catch. He can only absorb the memories when his victims were a meter away from him. Once a month.

Damien was intrigued as to how the MC would overcome the hurdle that is his weakness. The MC decided to steal memories from his classmate, Peter Parker, who had genius-level intellect at Midtown High as he had no way to come close to the major characters such as Tony Stark and Richard Reeds without seeming suspi-

[HONK! HONK! M*therf*cker!]

*Crash*

'Eh?'

Damien found himself flying through the air with the bones in his right arm completely broken, ribs shattered, fatal internal damages done to his organs, skin torn, legs bent in awkward directions, cranium caved in and fragmented, while wondering why he was in the air as time seem to slow only to catch an impossibly clear glimpse of a white truck, a black tinted front windscreen, with headlights shining brightly even though it was very sunny outside…

'Ah shit'

[BAMP! SKR! SKRRR!]

Damien skidded on the road as his blood left one, long brushstroke on the asphalt and subsequently started to pool underneath him; brain matter also leaking. He didn't even get to have the famous last thoughts that most isekai protagonists seem to have as they curse the heavens, curse life and all the elements that plagued them and made them resentful, before finally promising to live the way they want in their next life, not knowing its all for plot.

3:15 PM
Friday 5 May 2022
London, UK
Europe
Earth

Damien Emmanuel-Botchway, born on the 13/04/2004 passed away in a mysterious truck accident, with the aforementioned vehicle mysteriously disappearing soon after…

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"1,832,241,600 minutes *sigh*"

Damien had been floating the void in his soul form, counting the minutes that he had spent there as to not go insane with the absolute silence that existed here. He still retained the shape of his body in his soul form, the only difference between his fleshy body and his soul form is that form was predominantly white with a few splotches of grey and some spots of black and gold here and there.

Damien theorised that these discolourations on his soul were the culmination of his actions throughout his relatively short life. Damien wasn't bothered, however, he was wondering while counting the minutes is brain (or mind) if there was a heaven or hell as the void he is in is obviously purgatory.

He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander in the direction of Isekai and Reincarnation, the Legendary Dream of all cultured people after their death, and think that if after all this time would he be reincarnated into an anime world with OP powers, get a harem and live a "normal life".

[Cra-ack]

Space cracked and shattered, bended and folded into a convulsing prismatic hole from within a gigantic humanoid being appeared, wearing clothes that seemed eerily similar to a certain cultivator protagonist with purple hair and eyes whose name rhymes with Huo Peng…

{*Cough Cough, ahem* Mortal Soul why are you floating in the vast expanse of Nothingness, not moving onto the after life?} asked the purple-haired entity. Damien thought of answering the being before him but before he could answer he was rudely denied him of his chance to speak and continued anyways.

{It does not matter. It seems that my job has already been done for me. Mortal, chose 3 abilities that I may bestow unto you before I send you off to your new world. Remember, they cannot be too powerful from the get go. You have 10 minutes}

Damien was not excited, in fact he was unnaturally calm with this kind of cliche development. He had read approximately thousands of fanfics and mangas as well watched hundreds of TV series, movies, cartoons and anime on the supernatural and paranormal. He could be said to be a veteran as well as a connoisseur of all things fantastical. He didn't even need to think for 10 minutes as his mind automatically filtered out hundreds of abilities and powers to suit his very conditions and situation and said:

"Firstly, I want to have the ability, [Limited Gamer System - Non-sentient edition], which increases my intellect as I get stronger, displays my overall status and skills, a quest function that is issued only by me, no shop function. And since this is a Gamer system, the inbuilt immunity to psychological status effects would remain."

Secondly, I choose [Essence of Cultivation] which allows me to be compatible with any type of energy, if i am transmigrated into a dimension containing mystical energy I would be able to use it as well. Since this would turn me into a cultivator, limited reactive adaption to anything without changing my overall aesthetic appearance would be included.

And finally I want the ability [Save Point], which allows me to create one save point in time once every 10 years so in the event of my death, I would be able to regress to that point in time. That is all."

The humanoid being contemplated for like 3 seconds and said, {Mortal, you wished for these 3 abilities [Limited Gamer System- Non-sentient Edition], [Essence of Cultivation] and [Save Point]? That is acceptable, though barely. I will now transmigrate you through summoning into the world of Donovia. Information containing basic language packets, customs/cultures as well as a basic understanding of the power system and geography would be directly ingrained into your mind. The rest would be explained to you when summoned. Good luck.}

And with that the humanoid being directly left in the same manner it arrived, leaving Damien to explore the nature of his new abilities until he is summoned. Drifting in the cast expanse of Nothingness he mentally called out.

'Status'

A shimmering blue panel appeared in front of him, just the right distance for him to see his stats clearly and coherently.

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>Status<
Name: Damien
Job: Cultivator
Cultivation: Mortal Soul
STR: Mortal
VIT: Mortal
AGI: Mortal
INT: Mortal
Cultivation: Mortal Soul
Abilities: [Limited Gamer's Mind], [Essence of Cultivation], [Save Point]
Techniques: None
Condition: Mortal and Weak, Awaiting summoning
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Damien looked thorough his status, content that there was no annoying voice belittling him over things he couldn't control and mentally clicked on abilities to learn more about his powers. It read:

[Essence of Cultivation: As the first human to have a Seamless Body in this universe, you have unlocked all the benefits of primordial humans including and not limited to the innate ability to cultivate all types of mystical energies, conditional hyper-adaptive body and no bottlenecks. You are the founder of the Cultivation Path.

Limited Gamer's Mind: You are immune to all types of mental attacks and debuffs and able to make some rational decisions during any situation, however your emotions are not repressed. This ability is Innate and cannot be turned off.

Save Point: Death is just a concept to you. You can now "save" the current moment in time and "load" at that point in time when you die. For everyone else, time between the save point and your death did not happen, and as such only you have the memories of that time. Note that your power gained in that time also did not happen, you only keep your memories.]

Damien was satisfied and prepared himself to be summoned. Two seconds later, a magic circle appeared underneath him and in a flash of divine light he vanished from the Void as if he was never there…

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AN: This story is a little side project project experimenting with new things. EXPECT long durations without chapters.