In a mysterious dark space, there exists but a single white light ball.
*sigh*
"Is this the afterlife? Kind of boring if this is it."
Suddenly, the white light ball was no longer alone. A blue light screen appeared. It had unrecognizable text on it, but Mo Tianjue could understand what it says.
[The Owner of the Demonic Clan System carrier has deceased.]
[Checking Owner compatibility…]
[Owner 97% compatible to be the host.]
[Starting soul transfer to retain the host.]
[Soul transfer has been completed.]
[Welcome to the Demonic Clan System, host.]
[The host needs to wait to find a compatible body and QI to activate on the planet. Please keep your sanity]
"What the hell, so this is not the afterlife?"
[…]
"Seeing that there is no reaction from the thing that calls itself 'the demonic clan system', it appears that this system only informs me of things that happen within the system"
While looking at the screen, Mo Tianjue sees a few different buttons. Namely, [Host Status], [Demonic Clan Status], [World Info], [Logbook].
Since there was nothing to do within this black space, Mo Tianjue clicked on the first button [Host status]
[Host Status]
Name: Mo Tianjue (Former)
Lifespan: 82 Years
Race: Human (Savage Grade)
Cultivation: Mortal Realm, Transcendent Martial Artist (The Demonic Way, Former)
Techniques, Arts & Inherent Abilities: Demonic Blade Arts (Mortal High Grade, 80%)
Physique & Bloodline: None
Occupation: None
[Return]
"Oh it seems I'm quite far in my mastery of the Demonic Blade Arts." Says Mo Tianjue and clicks on the demonic blade arts out of curiosity.
[Arts]
Arts are methods to perform actions using physical body. Once one reaches complete mastery you can create new Arts or fuse Arts based on the knowledge of the technique which you have reached complete mastery of.
Grading: Low, Mid, High, Top, Law (Limited to the cultivation level, except Law Grade)
Progress: Entry(10%), Proficient(25%), Master(75%), Perfection(100%), Complete (>100%).
[Return]
"Hmm… so I am a master in the Demonic Blade Arts. It seems I need more practice. Is there anything else?" says Mo Tianjue as he clicks on the [Return] button.
"Well… This Host status is not what I expected. Especially since it knows my lifespan. What does it base that on? I'm already dead right." thinks Mo Tianjue as he proceeds to think about clicking on lifespan.
[Lifespan: Amount of Origin Energy available in the Origin of the Host quantified in Years of Time.]
"So basically if the pendant is not given to a suitable body in 82 years, I'm dead?" says Mo Tianjue and proceeds to click on the return button. Then he tries to click on the Demonic Clan button, but it is greyed out and he seems to not be able to access it. Therefore he clicks on [World Info].
[World Info]
Name: Green Rock Planet
Grade: Mortal (99%)
Owner: None
[Return]
"So the world I lived on was Green Rock planet? I think it just got that name, because there are so many plains right? Ah well nothing to work up about it." Says Mo Tianjue as he looked at the name. "It is good that the world will evolve soon though. Maybe I am lucky enough to survive? Well nothing we can do about it. I better start to practice one of our cults mind techniques." Says Mo Tianjue while wondering what made the system neglect their cult's secret mind technique 'Whispers of the Demon' in the interface.
"Hmmm maybe because the mind technique was rather weird and stored in a glowing orb instead of a book like all the other techniques. That orb even got destroyed after I learned it. So it must be special in some way right?" Thinks Mo Tianjue before he started cultivating the 'Whispers of the Demon' technique.
…
(Slowly time starts to pass)
Unknown to Mo Tianjue, several messages pop up.
[World progression reached completion, World is starting to evolve.]
[World has successfully evolved]
[Qi in the world has reached appropriate level to enhance success of possession.]
---
(In the outside world, 2 Years after the Justice-Demonic War)
A small boy, barely ten years old, wandered through the crowded streets of the city, his bare feet kicking up dust as he moved from one alley to the next. His frame was thin, almost fragile, with skin stretched tight over his bones from days without a proper meal.
His name was Mo Tian, a name that carried the weight of the heavens, yet in stark contrast to its grandiosity, he was nothing more than a street beggar, clothed in tattered rags that barely shielded him from the wind.
His black hair hung in unkempt strands, partially obscuring his sharp, dark eyes, which held a quiet intensity unbefitting a starving child.
With a stomach that growled in protest, he continued his search, weaving through the bustling crowd, hoping to find something, anything to eat.
He has been banned from multiple fairs and market places, because of his demonic origin. He is currently on his way to the last market where he could possibly find something that he could eat, the black market.
On his way, while avoiding all the justice faction cultivators, he meets an old friend Liu Gou. Liu Gou is a beggar like Mo Tian, but he is old and missing an arm and teeth after he was injured in the war.
"Hey Mo Tian! You're still alive? That's quite the miracle. I heard you are being hunted again by those justice faction goody-two-shoes." Says Liu Gou with a smile that looks creepy because he is missing several teeth.
"Liu Gou! Those bastards never give up once they see someone with demonic heritage, you know. It's a pain in the behind, but I cannot do anything about it. They're cultivators after all." Says Mo Tian while smiling wistfully and continues "But enough about that! Liu Gou do you have anything I can eat or maybe somewhere I can steal some food, without being chased?".
"Hmmm… Well I heard that the restaurant owner next to the black market has died due to a fight between cultivators. Maybe you can get some food if you look in the trash there?" says Liu Gou and proceeds to point into the direction of the black market.
"Thanks man! I owe you one Liu Guo!" says Mo Tian as he rushes towards the black market.
…
When he arrives at the restaurant, he sees a big broken building. There is a big hole in the wall where he assumes the cultivator has smashed through when he started the fight. Since there is no fight going on he rushes into the building to see if there are more people left in the building.
As he arrives inside there are a large group of diners who seem to be discussing the fight that happened between the cultivators.
"It started out of nowhere I tell you. The cultivator in white just started accusing the other cultivator for being a demon" says one rowdy diner.
"Really, what did the other say in return?" asks a random diner.
"He started screaming 'you dare accuse me of being a demon?' and slashed with his sword, but the chef happened to accidentally step in between the two cultivators, while he was handing out the food." says the rowdy diner.
While they were discussing, nobody seemed to notice a beggar in the back that slipped past everyone into the kitchen. The kitchen was empty since the chef had been murdered.
Mo Tian quickly filled a back full of food and continues to search for valuables he could possibly sell to the merchants in the black market. After a short moment he finds a small box. When he opens it, he saw a few gold coins and a pendant. He quickly puts the pendant on and throws the gold coins into the food bag.
Suddenly, he hears footsteps coming. Mo tian panics and hides in one of the cupboards. When the footsteps come closer he hears two people talking.
"Did you catch the demonic cultivator? I can give you a suitable reward for his head." says a soft trembling voice. It appears to be a woman who is both sad and angry.
"No, he ran really quickly after I found out he was a demonic cultivator." says a husky voice. It is a masculine voice that appears to be the cultivator who chased the demonic cultivator in the restaurant.
"Can you help me kill him? I want to avenge my father." Says the soft voice. She appears to be hopeful to get the help of the righteous cultivator.
"Hmmm… Why would I do that?" says the husky voice. Mo Tian could hear a faint teasing within his tone.
*Thud* Something fell against the cupboard. Mo Tian held his breath in order for the cultivator not to notice him. When they finally stopped discussing and walked away, Mo Tian exhaled loudly. *Pfew*.
"That was dangerous." Says Mo Tian as he rushes to a window to escape. Unlucky for him. When he jumps out of the window, a young woman is standing there together with a cultivator dressed in white.
"Kyaaa!!!" screams the young lady and covers up her half naked body, while the cultivator lifts his pants and dashes forward without saying a word to catch Mo Tian.
While shocked by the appearance of the two standing half naked in the back alley, Mo Tian knows he has been caught as a thief. The best that can happen to a thief that has been caught is beheading. Therefore, he sprints out of the alley.
However, the cultivator is not going to let that slide easily. *Whoosh* A sliver of silver appears in the corner of Mo Tian's eyes. He is lucky that he has a movement art or he would have been beheaded that same instant.
But it is long from over. *Whoosh* The cultivator tries to stab Mo Tian fast, but Mo Tian sidestepped. Again the sword misses by a hair's breath.
However Mo Tian could not always be lucky, Just before he reached the end of the alley the cultivator throws a knife at Mo Tian.
*Whoosh* *Spluurt*
The sound of metal sliding into the flesh is heart.
"Hmph" mutters Mo Tian in pain as blood slides down his thigh. He removes the knife and presses his hand on the wound to slow down the bleeding. However he cannot stop as the cultivator will catch up if he waits to long.
Mo Tian rushes through different alleys and vanishes in the crowd.
(An hour later, at the other side of the city)
In a deserted alley, where moss grows has grown so high that you cannot even see the walls. There lies a boy with a knife wound in his back. But he is lucky that it didn't hit an artery or he would not have even made it to this point.
*Sigh* "So this is the end huh… I guess that's what you get from stealing." mutters Mo Tian as he passes out from blood-loss.
---
(At the same time, In the pendant around Mo Tian's neck)
[A suitable body has been found, World has enough QI for transfer, Please prepare…]
"Huh… Prepare for what?" says Mo Tianjue as he looks at the blue screen.
Mo Tianjue did not even get an answer before he blacked out. Which was a wonder considering the strength of his current mind. Unknown to Mo Tianjue, he had already reached the limit of a mortal's conscience.
[Soul Transfer is starting…]
[ERROR]
[Original Soul is refusing to leave the body]
[ERROR]
[Searching for solution…]
[Solution found! Merging of Origin has started.]
[Merging origin test #1934… Chance of failure 99.99%]
[Merging… 1%]
[Merging… 12%]
[Merging… 42%]
[Merging… 80%]
[Merging… 100%]
[Merging successful!]