In the bustling city of Silverbrook, where the lights never dimmed and life moved at an unrelenting pace, a young man named Xian Zhen lived an ordinary life. He was eighteen, a senior in high school, and known for his arrogance—though not without reason. He was intelligent, physically strong, and had an aura that made others either admire him or fear him.
However, despite his seemingly normal life, he often felt different from those around him. It wasn't just his attitude; it was something deeper, something lurking beneath his skin. Sometimes, he could feel strange energy surging through his body—one cold and dark like the endless void, the other warm and pure like divine light.
But Xian Zhen never thought much of it. After all, in a world where technology ruled, martial arts were just hobbies, and alchemy and beast taming were nothing more than fantasy stories, who would believe in mystical powers?
The Awakening
It all began on an ordinary school day. The morning was like any other—Xian Zhen walked through the halls, ignoring the stares of admiration and jealousy from his classmates.
"Hey, Xian, coming to the underground fight tonight?" a tall, muscular student asked.
Xian smirked. "Do you even need to ask?"
Despite living in a modern world, underground fighting was a popular secret sport where only the strong survived. Xian Zhen, undefeated and known as the 'Demon Prince,' had never lost a fight.
That night, in an abandoned factory, the crowd roared as Xian stepped into the ring. His opponent was a massive man, nearly two meters tall, covered in tattoos, and known for breaking bones in fights.
But Xian wasn't worried. He dodged every punch effortlessly, his movements like flowing water. When he finally struck, his opponent collapsed instantly. The fight was over in less than a minute.
The crowd cheered, but before Xian could step out of the ring, something strange happened. His vision blurred, and an overwhelming force surged through his body. His right hand burned like fire, while his left hand felt like ice.
Then—BOOM!
A shockwave erupted from his body, sending everyone flying. The entire factory trembled as a dark vortex and a blinding white light surrounded him.
The Truth Revealed
When Xian regained consciousness, he found himself lying in his apartment. However, standing before him was a mysterious old man with a long white beard and deep, glowing eyes.
"So… it has begun," the old man murmured.
Xian sat up, confused. "Who are you? What happened?"
The old man smiled. "I am Tian Xu, a guardian of ancient secrets. And you, my boy, are no ordinary human."
Xian narrowed his eyes. "Tch. You sound like some crazy old fool."
Tian Xu chuckled. "You may not believe it now, but your power has finally awakened—the balance of darkness and light. You are meant for a world far greater than this… a world of martial arts, beasts, and universes beyond imagination."
Xian scoffed. "Sounds like nonsense."
The old man sighed, then raised a hand. A burst of energy surged from his palm, and in an instant, the entire room vanished. Xian found himself standing on a vast battlefield under a blood-red sky, where monstrous creatures roared, and warriors clashed with swords and soul arts.
Xian's heart pounded. This wasn't an illusion. It was real.
Tian Xu's voice echoed in his ears. "This… is your destiny."
At that moment, Xian Zhen's arrogant smirk returned. He clenched his fists, feeling the surge of his own dark and white energy.
"Heh. Interesting."
And thus, his journey to becoming the Absolute Overlord began.
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