In a space canvassed in darkness like an all encompassing abyss appeared a small wisp-like existence.
Its cyan glow contrasted oddly against the dark surroundings.
Possessing no limbs or organs it floated in this void of darkness unhindered. But even with the lack of corroboration for life there was an unmistakable flicker of consciousness deep within the cyan orb.
What happened?!
The thoughts of the anomaly raced within itself as it attempted to recollect the last few hours that had from its perspective just happened.
The orb began to flicker rapidly as it forced itself to remember using every ounce of willpower to remove the haze that clouded its memories.
Then with a click as if a puzzle perfectly came together it was able to recall what it endeavored to find within itself.
But what it found only brought more questions. He remembered the spring rain pouring heavily amidst a cover of a dark April night. He then remembered carefully coming out of a book store with the latest copy of Magus of the Warlock world. Not wishing the rain to tarnish his spoil he quickly but carefully tucked it under his coat.
He proceeded to check both sides of the upcoming road and after seeing nothing he then crossed it heading back to his abode to savor his new possession somewhere a lot less wet.
But that's where it all started to make no sense. Because with a sudden sound of tires screeching against the pavement he felt two head lights to his left, a direction he had just evaluated as safe a second prior.
(AN:Truck-kun for the win RAHHHH)
Darkness was the next thing he remembered and after that came this preternatural state of existence.
Is this a dream?
His "words" couldn't project outside his mind courtesy of having no vocal cords or anything organic in his current state of existence.
Did I die?
The more he pondered on his situation the more perplexed he felt about his predicament.
Where the hell even am I? Is this some sort of coma?
But as his anxiety was reaching a breaking point a white light flashed before him.
Dazed and attempting to adjust to analyze the situation he gazed at a familiar contraption that had no business being in this void with him.
What the-?
Before him was a wheel with golden linings and a colorful interior that also had constant lights flickering on its surface.
It looked like what he could only describe as a wheel of fortune looking contraption. And before he could voice any more questions the wheel began to spin.
What the hell's even going on?!
His pleas were met with nothing but the sound of the wheel spinning faster and faster until it reached a peak and then began to slow down.
Trying to understand what was happening was a pointless endeavor because the wheel had no letters or numbers that would clue him into what it was spinning for.
Eventually the wheel came to a stop on a blue slice of the circle and just as suddenly as it appeared it vanished and in its place was what he could only assume was the results of this confusing game.
The results were presented on a blue screen with white letters in the English alphabet.
And after breathing a metaphorical sigh of relief of at least having something he could understand he examined what was presented
Perk:Top of the line AI-Chip
Huh?
Before he could understand what he had just read his consciousness once again sank into an abrupt darkness.
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Utra Nation
Balvin Estate
On the fringes of a luxurious estate the desperate whaling of an infant could be heard.
The room in which it originated was mostly dark except for a few crude oil lanterns. Also found inside were two women assisting a third as she gave birth.
"Whaaaaaaa"
The infant continued whaling as the shock of its first dose of oxygen in this life came with great pain and shock.
"Congratulations Rina, it's a boy," cheerfully said a black haired woman dressed in simple gray garments.
Rina in question was breathing heavily while laying on the bed with a tired expression as she lovingly watched the baby that she had just painfully given birth to.
It was at this moment that a man with a thick beard wearing a blacksmith's apron burst through the door with a silly grin on his face as he locked eyes with the newborn .
"Let his father hold him," he said as he stepped forward with wide strides.
After receiving his son the baby suddenly stopped his whaling and seemed to come to a sudden calm observing his surroundings with vague glints of intelligence flashing within its pupils.
"Seems he likes his old man already haha," taking the response to mean something completely different the man was quite proud of his newfound babying skills.
"He will be Salem," the man declared with a much more solemn face.
"What do you think Rina?" he threw the question toward his wife. She swept her brown hair aside then with a big smile she said,"I think it fits him nicely"
Unbeknownst to everyone in the room a myriad of turbulent emotions that had no place in a newly born infant was currently taking place.
To think that I would be born again like this.
Although his vision wasn't too accurate he could still make out some of the figures that surrounded him.
What are they saying?
After acknowledging the language barrier he was forced to stop his observations because of a sudden mechanical voice in his mind.
Beep! Systems commencing... Loading... Loading... Unable to link to nearby systems... Commencing Independently... All systems operational... AI-chip initialized!
Salem's small eyebrows shot up dramatically reflecting the overwhelming shock that was coursing through his entire body at the moment.
Impossible! Was that wheel not just the delusions of a dying man?
His contemplations were interrupted again as who he assumed was his father passed him over to one of the other women who then gave him to his mother.
"He seems a lot quieter than I anticipated," she said with a worried expression. "It's as if he suddenly went mute," she added with her brows furrowed. She attempted to rock him back and forth to earn a reaction but all she got was what she could only describe as a look of confusion from the baby.
Confirming again that trying to decipher the words of these people was a futile endeavor Salem turned his attention inwards to a more worthwhile investment.
If that wheel was indeed the real deal then that can only mean I've been reincarnated to this new world.
"Oh look honey his smiling at me!" She exclaimed as her child suddenly started laughing in her arms with his fists in the air.
Ignoring his mother's antics Salem clenched his fists with a grin as the excitedly plotted the best use of his advantages but before he could make any meaningful progress in that direction he found himself dozing off without a care in the world.
...
Exert from: Cultivation for Dummies
Cultivation is the art of strengthening the body mind and dantian. Of course this is an oversimplification of it but that much will be enough for you gooners.
The realms of cultivation are separated into ten explored ranks. Those ranks are again divided into three bench marks that signifies huge jumps in power.
The first to third rank are dubbed the human ranks. For the average cultivator getting through these ranks is just a matter of having the appropriate cultivation techniques and in about a century or two, or three if you're really having trouble with finding techniques but most folks would be able to get through this part no problem.
At the peak you should be able to run faster than the eye can see hit hard enough to be comparable to modern missiles and of course being able to tank said levels of attack (assuming your body cultivation technique isn't absolute garbage) and if you're really up that totem pole you'll be able to perform acts of magic that would leave any wizard blushing.
All this puts you firmly in the "one bad mood away from destroying a small city" level of power.
Unfortunately for you that's nothing compared to the next three ranks, also known as the heroic ranks aka rank 4 through 6. If the human ranks are comparable to missiles in the heroic rank you're basically a walking nuke. And when I say nuke I don't mean the small ones either. To put things in perspective a little bit better, one cultivator in the forth rank is enough to kill hundreds of rank 3 cultivators at the same time, fairly effortlessly too.
That's because breath becomes tangible in the heroic ranks.(Breath is basically mana for the normies in the back) Allowing them to literally crush you with their ten-thousand aura points.
Cultivation past in the heroic ranks becomes complicated see future chapters of Cultivation for Dummies if you want to know how. But it basically boils down to if your mom was telling the truth when she said you were special/unique.
At the peak expect yourself to be a continental level "powerhouse" cuz that's what they call people at rank six and for good reason too because battles at that level can create shockwaves that affect an entire continent's worth of landmass.
Oh, and fun fact some of these mf can create life! So yeah basically god's in everything but name.
Speaking of gods next is the divine ranks starting at rank seven.
AN: It seems we ran out of time so if you want to keep learning tune in next time on Cultivation For Dummies.
Anyways this is a little story I thought of because there's no good demonic Sword Fanfics that I could find. Let me know what you like or dislike no promises I'll change anything but I'll definitely consider what the people are saying. Also let me know if you want me to keep doing cultivation for Dummies because it won't be every chapter but I'll throw them in every now and then.
Can't really expect every last of you gooners to read Birth of the Demonic Sword. So a bit of background exposition that I think might bring more color to people not in the know.
Lastly, give the fuckin stones bro.