After a few minutes, the man calmed down and regained his wits. He grabbed his forehead and thought:

'What the hell was that?'

'Those dreams…'

'It's this body. It's messing with my own memories. Fuck!' He figured that he didn't have any problems like this in his previous life so; it must be the fault of this new body. Bodies weren't like clothes. You wear this body at one moment and wear something completely different the next. Souls didn't work like that. Not unless you wear a high-grade cultivator.

'How the fuck do I fix this!?'

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A Few Days Later:

Cyrus was diagnosed with autism and discharged from the hospital. The doctor told the family that the disease was incurable but hardly life-threatening. He would suffer from occasional seizures due to the nerves in his brain being damaged. His family was disheartened to say the least.

The man researched this disease for a while and realized that this body was completely unsuitable for him. Perhaps, it was because his soul was too strong for this Earthlings body. He needed to fix it, somehow.

The family took Cyrus back home. Although, the man wanted to abandon this family as soon as possible and go his own way however, it wasn't a viable option for now. Not until he had enough power and until he could access the Array Tomb without going into a seizure. He already had an idea on how to fix that he just needed some time to confirm his theory.

Cyrus started going back to school. It was his third day going to school. It was Friday. J was walking beside him while Cyrus listened to an audiobook. It was about space travel and humanity's limitations. How humanity could never leave their home galaxy The Milky Way.

Cyrus looked up in wonder towards the skies. This world didn't have planes they had planets and to think, there was so much unclaimed land up there. Unexploited resources and who knows there might even be life.

The sunlight started to blind his eyesight and then Cyrus turned his eyes away from the sky.

'Curse this mortal shell!'

He'd been trying to bring some QI over but it was all hopeless. He couldn't bring any physical or mystical objects over from the Array Tomb. He'd tried various techniques but most of the techniques he remembered were for combat and the rest were completely incompatible or just didn't work because they concerned with arrays.

He'd reached the school by now and frowned. He'd already read all of the textbooks on the first day and memorized them. There had been three tests since Monday but he aced all of them. In his eyes school was useless for him now. There wasn't any more knowledge he could gain from here.

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What he needed right now was his power. Even a trickle of that QI and he could do wonders in this world.

As soon as he stepped through the school gate he could see two paths. The one on the right was illuminated. The sunlight reflected along the surface of the lockers. The one on the left had a reddish hue with all the posters and the sunlight only enhanced that effect.

"Alright, man see ya later." J went right, his locker was all the way down there and Cyrus took a left his locker was similarly all the way down there.

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English Class (1st Period)

Cyrus was sitting upright with his hand supporting his chin. He was trying to stay awake while the teacher droned on about Shakespeare and Macbeth. His phone had died out or he would be listening to that amazing audiobook. However, it seemed like he failed because the person sitting on his right was telling him to wake up.

"Mr. Leeds, would you please continue from where Selena left off?" Cyrus was surprised as he looked around. All of them had Macbeth books except for him. When the hell did they get those books!?

"I don't have a book." Everybody burst out laughing except for the teacher.

"Why don't you have a book?" Mr.Jensen asked trying to restrain his anger.

"I was absent on last Saturday."

"These books were distributed yesterday." Mr. Jensen asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Oh, okay. Can I have a book now?" There were more burst of giggles and laughter. Cyrus had left during the second half of this period yesterday because it was completely pointless and in the first half, he was listening to an audiobook about inter-dimensional travel.

Mr. Jensen shook his head and told Cyrus to come grab a book which he did accompanied by even more laughter.

"Alright, now can somebody tell Mr. Leeds where we left off?" The person sitting beside Cyrus was about to tell him but-

Trrrrrrrrinnnnnngggggg

The bell rang.

"Alright, everybody don't forget to fill out the graphic organizer and read the rest of the act!"

Cyrus ignored him and took out his charger from the socket. He was about to walk out of the door but a headache hit him again out of nowhere.

He groaned and fell down immediately and started shaking. He was having a seizure.

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Array Tomb

The man looked around and realized that he was back. He furrowed his brows and started floating up. The Array Tomb was similar to a building in design. It had eight floors in total. Each floor was responsible for a specific function in order to produce QI.

The walls of the Array Tomb were responsible for one thing: holding down all of the array and formation during a spatial transfer.

He couldn't use the spatial transfer anymore since it was heavily damaged. As he floated up he suddenly stopped. The formation on this floating cube of moonlight essence was almost completely destroyed but the energy from the other arrays and formations had flowed in and stopped it from self-destructing.

The entire tomb was capable of fixing itself. The problem was the fact that there wasn't enough energy in the system. For example: If he took QI from one of the purification formations and tried to fix another formation the purification formation would be destroyed.

'What I need is people or beasts, maybe both.' The array operated on sacrifices of people or beasts.

'The array is entirely capable of converting their bodies into QI it's just how do I get the bodies here. The only thing that can go back and forth between Earth and this place is my soul.' The man froze. What if he did that!?

He decided to try it out. Suddenly, his face twisted and turned to form Cyrus's face. He decided to take it a step further and changed his lower body into a Minotaur's. He changed his skin color into golden.

"Hahahahaha!" He burst out laughing and reformed into his normal form. He couldn't take any arrays to Earth or bring them back but what if he transformed his soul into a formation!

He could transfer literal bodies from Earth and nobody would notice!

He would literally be invincible!

He couldn't help but burst out into laughter again: "HAHAHAHA!!!"

His lover and his previous world hadn't turned against him for no reason, after all.