Prologue

- Now then, is anyone still breathing? (Rey)

The sound of blood dripping off the walls is the only answer I get.

-Pft, pathetic little worms. Thought you could kill me? With only 200 of you? (Rey)

I throw the corpse in my hand towards the nearby pile and take a look around.

The warehouse's walls were dyed red and puddles of blood were staining the concrete floor.

Ever since I became head of the clan I had to get used to scenes like these. The elite of the elite, the strongest martial artist on Earth, Scorpion Rey at 322 years old I still have idiots pointing either their fist, gun or blade at me. Fools.

The Sorpion clan are just as worthless. When I was a simple elder about 160 years ago, power struggles and politics were my main concern, but now… I don't even know what I'm fighting for.

I have power, nobody dares question my leadership. I have wealth, there's nothing I can't buy on this planet. I have the strongest martial arts, with enough Qi in my meridians to rival an ocean. Yet, I still feel empty…

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I don't know when it began, but a sense of boredom and despair began to crawl up my mind. I don't have anything left to conquer. I have nothing left to obtain. I have no opponent to improve my skills. There's nothing for me here…

I crawled to the top. However the top is just as boring as being underneath the soil.

I guess it's about time I wrap my life up. I have to wait at least another hundred years before I die of natural death and I don't intend to torture myself until then.

I leave the warehouse and jump on the roof. I can cover 30 meters with one jump easily.

The docks were quiet and the moon was shining brightly over the sea. I considered it, and the best way for me to die would be by fracturing my core, releasing all the Qi at once. Basically I will explode. Quick and easy. I don't want those brats from the clan to use my Qi infused organs to prolong their miserable lives so I'll make sure nothing is left. Even better, I'll do this over the sea. Even if they would come after my remains, the fish would have eaten everything by then.

I channel some Qi into my legs and jump as high as I can.

Landing on the water I began running. Even after that battle, my Qi supply is enough to get me far away from the shore. I began sprinting. With 200 or so km/h I should be far enough by sunrise.

Ah, here we go, this should be a good enough spot. I take a look around, but the only thing I see is water. Watching the sun rise I feel the irony of ending my life while looking at the symbol of a new beginning. Never though that I would have such a poetic death.

After remembering the few scenes of joy from my life, I began spinning the Qi in my core in multiple directions, creating tens of small vortexes. The chaotic flow strains my core's shell and it begins to crack. A few seconds later the shell exploded and the Qi violently rushed out.

The last thing I remember is my wish for a more exciting life.