Welcome one and all to my first try at writing a story. I can't promise a steady release schedule what with college and such but an attempt will be made. This first chapter or more properly the prologue will get the back-story of the character tidied up and let me sweep the reincarnation stuff under the rug. As with a lot of stories I have seen it is more of a plot device to get the story started rather than an ongoing plot point. Though no promises as the whole story isn't planned out. I would say I am flying by the seat of my pants but I think I lost those a few miles back.
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I once was a friend of a Hero. Not just any hero but a Hero above all with god given talent, Qi channels so wide you could drive a truck through them, and a body so pure if he takes a bath the water is cleaner after he gets out. Me? I was as common as mud and yet before I 'left' was on the same level of cultivation as him. Yeah, he was a lazy fool who thought that keeping up with average was enough. All the while I trained so hard even with him giving me half his monthly medicine supply barely kept me healthy. He saved the world though. Took quite the kick to the rear to get him serious with training. Demon Lords from beyond space and time don't defeat themselves you know.
What caused him to train you ask? Imps, I hate them now. Then again, who wouldn't after being eviscerated by them for a couple hours then seeing your clan head break in to save you before it all goes black. Anyway, if you can't pick up the hint, I died. This made my friend realize he needed power so that wouldn't happen again. One 10 year training montage later and he slays the big bad causing the world to once again be safe.
All nice and interesting but where does that leave me? After all, I am dead. How do I even know all that? Short answer is the gods felt sorry for me. They had reason to mind you. It is their fault I died. When my friend was born the gods all got together and obscured the fact my friend was the hero by swapping our auras. The result being imps mistaking me for the hero and well yeah. I don't blame them and they were nice. After all, they let me watch how it all went down instead of throwing me right back into the reincarnation cycle.
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Got lucky with that. When a soul sticks around with some gods long enough the whole memory wipe before being reborn thing goes away. Friends in high places and what not. Anyway with some sad farewells I got put back into the cycle of life. I will be skipping my early years. Having originally grown up in a clan centered on martial arts and cultivation doesn't teach you math or writing. this made my time as a child average for earth. I tried to cultivate. Sadly the Qi on earth is so thin you can't get past the first layer. This isn't enough to extend your life by even a decade. The only big thing of note was the development of true VR. All it took was a giant coffin-shaped box and some advanced energy projectors which beam info straight into your brain. From what I understand it works like those noise canceling headphones. It cancels out the signals trying to enter and leave the brain then replaces it with its own signal.
That is interesting of course but it isn't enough for me to be recording this down. No, why you can read my story is because of what happened when I turned 18 and was finally allowed to play the most realistic game in existence, NeoRealm.
*Ding*
Qi detected - Qi stat unlocked