Maxwell Adams slowly regains consciousness. He was laying in a very comfortable bed, which would have been nice if his arms and back were not aching horribly. Slowly he opens his eyes and sees a rare sight: a painted ceiling. He looks around the room which is clearly a girls room and one with a bit of wealth to have a pre-calamity dresser. He wonders how he got here and tries to remember what happened before he blacked out. He was escorting some refugees to a fortress city. When they were an hour away from their destination, a horde of essence beasts was roaring behind them. Himself and a few other essence cultivators stayed behind to buy some time. He felt like an idiot for volunteering for a suicide mission like that, but he couldn't stand the thought of children being ripped apart by those things. It didn't take long for the beasts to come into sight. The essence beasts were foaming at the mouths as soon as they saw his group. Fear gripped him as he nervously gripped his titanium blade. The others were just as bad off, but no one fled. He roared with fear and fury and charge at them, which was a signal to the others to charge with him. He was swinging his blade with wild abandon. At first it seemed like they would slaughter those monsters, but one by one his companions were picked off due to the sheer number of essence beasts. He dispaired as he saw countless teeth and claws coming at him. He felt sudden pain. Next thing he knew he awoke feeling immense pain.
None of what happened before explains why he is in this room. He needs to find the person who saved him. He tries to get up, which aggrivates his injuries. He unconsciously lets out a groan of pain and freezes immediately after. His groan sounded distinctly feminine. He slowly brings his hands to his face disregarding the pain that causes. His facial features are clearly that of a young woman. In a panic, he grabs at his crotch, only to confirm his fears. He is now a girl. DAMN IT! HOW!? WHY?
"Max?" a womans voice sounded from outside of the room. That voice triggers a surge of memories to painfully burn in her head. Memories of a teenage girl named Maxine Levings. The first eight years of this girl's life were quite nice, but the following five were a waking nightmare. The first of which was of her drunken father in an enraged state as he beat her with his fists, knocking out a few of her remaining baby teeth as well as breaking her left arm. Five more years of such treatment being forcefully shoved down her throat immediately after that one. She was left shivering in terror and felt sick to her stomach after the memories stopped flooding her mind. Although it seemed like an eternity for Max, it really only lasted a few seconds. She hugged herself in an attempt to stop herself from trembling.
Her mother, Claudia, entered the room. Her mother was walking stiffly. It seems her father hadn't spared his wife from the beatings either. That man is scum. Why did I have to be reincarnated to be the daughter of such a bastard? Her mother was carrying a tray of food. "Don't worry I have already called your school and told them you were sick," Claudia said as she set the food on the nightstand. Her mother had made excuses before along the lines that Max had a weak constitution and got sick easily to explain her frequent absences. SHE COVERS FOR THAT BASTARD?!
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Her mother didn't speak any further before leaving the room. Her breakfast, if it could be called as such, was plain oatmeal. She quickly devoured it before reaching for her flip phone to check the date. It is March 3rd, 2018. Roughly three months before the first essence beasts start cropping up. If, and it is a big if, she begins cultivating right now, she might get reach the second level of the copper stage before things go all to hell. It mostly depends on her current body's talent in that regard.
Max begins to meditate and circulate her self-taught cultivation method. Her body absorbed the energy far faster than her old one, probably because she is younger than when she started last time. It only took her half of one hour before a strand of essence appeared in her body. That strand pulsated for a moment. It triggered something in her very blood causing the way the essence was refined in her body. The essence seemed to be drawing in both black and white colored essence. She had heard of something like this happening in others. It was an elemental awakening. Anyone who experienced this often gained an evolving cultivation method. Elemental essence cultivators advanced only slightly faster than normal, but it's greater ease in using elemental energies that made them far more powerful than others in the same level.
Her essence was being cultivated by instinct rather than by her own cultivation method. She continued to cultivate for another hour. Even the best cultivation methods could only be used for at most four hours a day. The good news is that her new method also caused her to heal. Her various bruises were not hurting nearly as badly as they were before. She carefully got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Her parents had already left for work while she had been cultivating.
She undresses and almost weeps when she remembers this world still had hot showers available. She enjoys a steaming hot shower. She had forgotten how good they felt. After her shower, she brushes her brown shoulder length hair. I hate this hair. When I was a man, I never had to brush it. She finally looks at herself in the mirror. She is beautiful. If it wasn't for her immature figure, she would be a 10 out of 10 beauty. This is bad. Young women, especially the pretty ones, did not have it good when the essence beasts took over and the governemnt collapsed. They often became the playthings for the rich or powerful. She had an even greater reason to get powerful fast now.
She changed into a clean set of clothes while trying to remind herself that she is indeed a girl and neeeds to wear a girl's clothes now. This would defintely take some getting used to. After finishing getting dressed, she went back to her bed and cultivated for a few more hours. She thought some more on her situation. She needed to get away from her current parents. She couldn't think of many solutions. One was to turn them in to child services, but they may just dismiss her because there is no longer any proof that they are. Another is to runaway, but then people would be on the look out for her. It makes that idea worthless. The only other way is to have her father seen beating her or have it caught on camera. It would be difficult and would also require a bit of bad luck on her father's part as well. Now all there to do is to wait for an opportunity.