Asmodeaus narrowed his eyes. This wasn't going the way he intended. Smalltime sect? LargeQuincy sect? Why do the names of these sound so contrived. There must be something wrong. Asmodeaus felt the nature of reality. He found--It's just a shitty webnovel made by a smalltime author Dramatic Weathering Stanzas. The fourth or fifth chapter already? Asmodeaus felt disgusted. How could someone like this record his greatness?

Asmodeaus grabbed a space layer. The fabric of reality rippled. Time went back to before the sects started recruiting. The sects were gone. In their place was the Flame Empire military. "This is how you retcon a novel." Asmodeaus nodded. Things were going the right direction now. Military recruitment started. Asmodeaus lined up and decided not to show off too much, displaying only 5th layer Qi Condensation cultivation this time. The Flame military recruited him on the spot, as he was of age and his cultivation lined up with the requirements.

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"You're now part of the 7th Brigade!"

"New recruit training starts 5 AM every day and lasts for two weeks."

There was more boring procedural things. Asmodeaus decided to rewrite reality again "this time things will go the correct path."

There was no more military nor sect recruitment. In Blackiron town the most relevant event recently was the Tour of the princess. The 5th Princess of the Flame empire would stop her entourage in Blackiron town for a day. Asmodeaus decided he had to kill her. He would woo the princess out into the open then grab the heart out of her chest. The only problem was that she would be surrounded by guards.

Asmodeaus felt that a princess scene here was stupid. He decided to rewrite reality again. This time the story will make sense. His eyes were red. How many times must he misuse this power until the story becomes readable? Fuck it I'm done thanks for reading everyone I'll try to make it more less stupid next story.