Prologue:

???'s Perspective:

I died.

When I opened my eyes I realized I was already dead.

How did this happen? Well I have an idea about that...

The last thing I remember before I died is fighting that damn bastard to the death and getting hit by some sort of material attack.

Before I confuse my fellow readers let me explain. My name is Soula. No last name because I never knew my family name... or my family at all. I was a boy with japanese looks with black hair and eyes.

I was picked up from the orphanage at a young age to join a clan of martial practitioners that hid among the modern times of the world. Living my days cultivating ki and going to school in America was the best moments of my life. As the centuries passed, my power grew into an expert level where I had to leave my plane. Not the airplane but my dimension or solar system. I travelled to another dimension called the Void Plane. There I made a name for myself and became an expert fighter known to many. However, people are cruel creatures that can be fueled by jealousy and act against others. I met my end to such a person.

Now, what to do right now. I'm surrounded by an endless void of darkness. I can't see as I have no eyes, but I can tell that this is probably the afterlife.

…well, doing nothing won't benefit me, so might as well train.

Huh? There's no mana here. And I can't train my ki as I have no body. Then I'll train the soul. The soul is the foundation of all training. The stronger my soul is the better my training will progress if I reincarnate.

Now, time to train.

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How long have I been training. I seemed to have trained for about 5000-7000 years.

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It seems my soul grew a lot from when I died. If I were to compare my soul from when I started training to now, it would be like a marble to a basketball. Wow, that’s a huge improvement considering how I had the soul of an ordinary Highgod. I never really trained my soul that much and focused on my mana and ki more.

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Around 54 millenniums later…

OH GOD DAMN IT!!! I’m bored. Usually training is fun for me because I love a challenge, but this is so boring. Meditate, soul grows, meditate, soul grows, meditate, makes a better soul absorption technique, meditate, soul grows, etc. Repeat this for about 60,000 years.

I want out. That’s it, I’m reincarnating. I ignored the pull telling me to move on for a while now, but no more.

As all of my resistance faded, my soul got sucked into a pull so strong it was as if the universe couldn’t bear waiting for me.

And thus, I was reincarnated.

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How will my new life be? I probably would lose my memories when I reincarnate. Oh wait, I can just carve my memories into my soul. Technically my soul is like an empty flash drive and my memories are data. If the data is protected by some sort of firewall, then it won't be erased.

Using my knowledge on the soul, I compressed a majority of my soul into a barrier. Now my soul shrank to have a dense exterior that grows along with my soul. If my soul was a mansion made of straw, now it's a hut made of diamond.

With this, I'll bring my memories and techniques into my new life.

Oh, I see the light. Alright, HELLO WORLD!!!