Readers if you are just in it for the free fp after scrolling for ten minutes then please continue
but if you want to read the true start of the story pls go to( chapter 40 I)cause the following following is a foreshadowing on how the background and idea with lots of mistakes note you will not like the novel
But like the idea behind it
The absence of light. The absence of any of the five senses yet having the sense to feel awake and walking.
Who am I? What am I? Why are these questions coming up? Why am I here? Where or…when am I?
For some reason, the idea pops up in my mind or whatever I'm thinking from.
Bzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt
Bzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt
Ughhh…
Who is Goku? Why am I thinking he can beat Saitama?
Huh…Naruto, Luffy, Ichigo, Saitama, Sonic, JoJo, Eren, Trump, Rimuru, Tony Stark, Deadpool, Flash, Batman, Superman, Rick, Invincible, etc.
The idea, the thought, the respect I felt when pronouncing and thinking about those names feels immeasurable, like the weight they carry comes from a higher plane of imagination and existence but with no respective indication of who's lower or higher on the ladder.
Somehow, information or whatever I'm feeling is getting imprinted on me like a denial from my very soul or whatever I think stores information.
Ughhh…
The pain…ughhh it …feels…!! BLANK!!
Whirl…whirl…Whirl…Bzzzzt!! FLASH!!
Naruto Uzumaki, the Seventh Hokage
Monkey D. Luffy, Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates
Ichigo Kurosaki, the Orange-Haired Reaper
Saitama, the Caped Baldy
Sonic the Hedgehog, the Blue Blur
JoJo Kujo, the Star Platinum Warrior
Eren Yeager, the Attack Titan
Donald Trump, the…Well, Himself
Rimuru Tempest, the Slime King
Tony Stark, the Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist
Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth
The Flash, the Scarlet Speedster
Batman, the Dark Knight
Superman, the Man of Steel
Rick Sanchez, the Wubba Lubba Dub Dub Mastermind
Invincible, the Immortal Hero
Goku, the Super Saiyan Legend
Thor, the God of Thunder
Doctor Strange, the Supreme One
Light Yagami, the Genius of Justice
I will not forget you guys. I now understand the denial was me denying the loss of the memories associated with the characters and their link to my family and name
my name....what is my name
Ughhh…
The pain…ughhh it …feels…!! BLANK!!
Whirl…whirl…Whirl…Bzzzzt!! FLASH!!
Samuel Chris Kratos Langa-Mabaso that is my name
(Intrusive thoughts) Goodbye my lover, goodbye friends, you have been the ones, you have been the ones with me. Goodbye my lover, goodbye TV, you have been the one, you have been the one for me.
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BANG!! (Intrusive thoughts end)
Rolling on the floor, he landed disoriented. Lying spreadeagle, I stayed still on unfamiliar ground for a few minutes, surveying my surroundings. There, before me, stood a man—a living embodiment of a novel's protagonist.
From the shadows emerged an individual, a figure transformed by the crucible of countless trials. They embodied power in its purest form.
The figure's hair flowed like liquid midnight, streaked with silver that shimmered with every movement. Their eyes, a piercing shade of hazel, glowed with an inner light, reflecting the boundless energy coursing through their veins. These eyes, capable of seeing through illusions and into the very soul of the world, held a gaze that could command armies and silence storms.
Their skin, a warm olive tone, bore intricate patterns of luminescent runes—marks of ancient power and forgotten knowledge. Each rune pulsed with a rhythm that resonated with the heartbeat of the universe, a testament to the cosmic forces they had mastered.
Draped over their shoulders was a cloak of shifting shadows, its fabric woven from the essence of night itself. It billowed with an ethereal grace, defying the laws of physics, and seemed to absorb the light around it, creating an aura of mystique and invincibility.
Beneath the cloak, this individual wore clothing made from unknown materials, its surface etched with symbols of protection and strength. The clothing, lightweight yet indestructible, clung to their form, highlighting a physique honed to perfection. Every movement they made was a blend of fluid grace and unyielding power.
Their hands crackled with raw energy. Fingerless gloves, stitched with threads of starlight, adorned their hands, channeling their immense power with precision. Around their neck hung an amulet of veiled memories, its crystal core swirling with the essence of lifetimes lived and battles won.
As the figure stepped forward, the ground seemed to tremble in recognition of their presence. The air around them hummed with energy, a palpable force that made the very fabric of reality shiver.
"Greetings, fellow daoist. My name is Ye Fan, your potential guide," they intoned, their voice resonating with authority and an otherworldly timbre, each word carrying the weight of destiny.
His words flowed, yet comprehension eluded me. Was it language or something more? The cadence of his speech seemed to resonate on a frequency beyond mere words, as if each syllable carried a fragment of ancient wisdom and cosmic truth. It was as though Ye Fan's voice reached into the very essence of my being, stirring memories and emotions I couldn't quite grasp.
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In the eyes of Samuel, however, this Ye Fan was no mere mortal. They were a living legend, an overpowered force of nature whose very existence defied the ordinary. As he lay there, unable to face him, their presence alone inspired awe and unwavering resolve in all who stood by their side.
Removing the roundabout explanation about protagonists, it literally meant he was Chinese through and through.
"Hello, brother. Could you tell me about the country you came from? Is it one of the easternmost countries? If yes, then come with me because we have a lot to talk about. Oh, I nearly forgot, what's your name?" the man asked.
"Ughhh...South Africa and the name's Samuel," Samuel answered.
It took a while until he found something strange—he could understand the man when it clearly felt like he was speaking in another language.
Ye Fan nodded thoughtfully. "South Africa, you say? I believe it would be best if you were guided by someone from your own land. Let me call for someone who can help."
Ye Fan raised his hand, bringing his sleeve near his mouth as if speaking into it. A shimmering portal of light appeared before them. The air crackled with energy as the portal expanded, and from it emerged a figure in a grandiose manner. The new guide descended from the sky, surrounded by a halo of vibrant colors and accompanied by the sound of the song "FEiN" by Travis Scott. They landed gracefully, their presence commanding immediate attention.
This new figure had a regal bearing, with deep brown eyes that sparkled with intelligence and a carefree smile that exuded warmth. They wore modern attire, adorned with vibrant patterns and symbols of animals from the Savannah, and their very presence seemed to radiate an aura of authority and wisdom.
"Greetings, Samuel. My name is Tau," they announced, their voice carrying a melodic quality that contrasted sharply with Ye Fan's more somber tone. "I will be your guide from here on. We have much to discuss and many paths to explore together."
Tau turned to Ye Fan with a raised eyebrow. "Ye Fan, I see you've been trying to guide Samuel. But really, someone of your... limited understanding of anything that does not involve novels? It's no wonder he looks so confused."
Ye Fan's expression remained impassive, though a flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes. "I was merely doing my duty, Tau. But I agree, Samuel will benefit more from your guidance."
Tau smiled warmly at Samuel. "Come, Samuel. Let's leave Ye Fan to his own devices. We have much to talk about "
seeing that Sam was still on the ground Tau chose to heal him then teleported with him to another location