The doors opened and in walked a scrawny sixteen year old human boy. He had greyish white hair and copper skin. He was unremarkable and had nothing special about him. Azeroth looked around the ‘Hall of Champions’ as they called it and found that there was a group of youths gathered in the around what looked to be the leisure area. Luxurious furniture was sprawled around the room and grand paintings were hung on the walls.

“Well look at this it appears we have a guest”, said a strong and loud voice.

The person in question looked at the speaker and found himself staring two-meter tall beastman. The beastmen race were humans who possessed magical beast bloodlines. They possessed a tremendous physique and vitality, not to mention that their bloodline gives them powerful abilities and skills. Depending on the inheritance that they receive with their bloodline, beastmen are a very powerful race in the universe. They have staked large territories in the universe and do not lose to humans in terms of power.

‘This must be the monkey prince of the Vanara Empire’, deduced Azeroth.

The Vanara empire consisted of beastmen of the primate type. Ape and monkey beastmen make up the majority of the population. The Vanara empire was powerful and consisted of several galaxies.

“Hello Maken, we meet once again”, said Azeroth. Azeroth took a look at Maken. The young prince was a handsome but masculine man with golden hair and amber eyes, a sign of his golden monkey king bloodline.

“Perhaps you are still drunk little man, for you to use that tongue of yours” said the prince as Azeroth was usually a silent guy who rarely spoke an even a sentence.

“Haha, I have recovered from my drunken stupor prince and have never felt better, I just came here to seem my team is all”, said Azeroth in a happy tone.’ Holy Oracle, its a real life beastmen, even though he looks human that golden tail does not lie’, thought Azeroth in an excited tone. Even though he would have preferred a cute female beastman with cat ears and tail this is still his first encounter with a non-human entity.

“Hmph, you seem quite happy trash”, said an arrogant voice filled with contempt. Shingen Yoshimura never could accept the fact that such a waste was chosen as an Exalted one. He could ignore the fact that he low class slumdog but not the fact that he was weak.

The Yoshimura clan was ancient super clan that was as strong as an empire. It was a rare clan which consisted of spiritualists. It was completely unacceptable that a person of his status was put together in the same lot as a waste.

‘Could this be one of the legendary arrogant young masters from the novels that I read in my past life’ thought a astonished Azeroth.

That pale white skin along with his pure black hair and eyes coupled with earth’s Japanese like clothing and a sheathed katana at his waist brought together a image of prodigious young master.

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‘Wait if I am paired with a arrogant wannabe xianxia villain like him won’t I suffer in the future along with him?’, reasoned Azeroth. ‘This is a disaster, arrogant young masters rarely make it past a few chapters in the novels without suffering a defeat at the hands of the protagonist’. Thought Azeroth.

‘No worse than that is that they drag down everyone related to them as well’, thought a panicked Azeroth.

‘Let’s calm down first and assess the situation very carefully’, thought Azeroth.” Now now, young master Shingen once the cube decides a team, we are bound together, so let’s all get along now” said Azeroth. Shingen clicked his tongue and said,” If it wasn’t for those rules the omni cube made you would never have been allowed to join our team”, said Shingen.

“It can’t be helped Shingen we must allow the man with no honour to be with us, for that is the will of the cube’, replied a very tall and very muscular brute.

‘What in the name of the oracle is that?’, thought Azeroth.’ No wait, could this be…., an orc!?’ Standing over two metres tall, Razak Kuldran was the young chieftain of the Grey orc horde. He was famed for his skills with a Warhammer and was an aura user otherwise known as aura warrior.

Aura Warriors were different from practitioners in which they cultivated aura instead of qi. They focussed more on bodily strength than practitioners. They utilised combat Artes to overwhelm their enemies.

The main difference between aura users and practitioners is the energy they use. Aura users are born with attributes within their auras and they can utilise no other elements. For example, a fire aura user could only utilise the element of fire and nothing else.

Despite the obvious disadvantage aura users have much more control and immunity towards their own element. Also in rare cases, multiple attributes were possible. One unique aspect is that their attributes have their own special variation.

The Raging monk from the legends possessed the divine wrath flame aura and the sky pirate king who was notorious for his might was said to have the cataclysmic storm aura, a rare triple affinity of wind, water and lightning.     

Azeroth didn’t know what aura the Razak the grey orc possessed but it was guaranteed to be powerful. He looked at the three people before him and couldn’t help but sigh.’ Compared to these guys I really am trash.’

“You must let go of your weakness and become stronger, only then can you get back your honour” said Razak.

“A pointless endeavour Razak, he does not have even a mediocre talent in anything”, replied Shingen. ’Oh, stop with the condescending attitude dude’, thought Azeroth.” Anything is possible as long as one has the will Shingen”, said Razak.

“Thank you Razak, I’ll definitely put some effort from now onwards”, said Azeroth.’ Razak is such a good guy, it’s only this Shingen with his snobby attitude ruining this whole team’ Azeroth whined to himself.

“I don’t know about that Razak, he is already this old and he doesn’t have even an ounce of energy within his boy”, said Maken.’ Stupid monkey, I totally forgot about you for a second’, Azeroth angrily thought.’ What’s up with all this negativity, some encouragement wouldn’t kill you, you know’, but Azeroth didn’t dare say this out loud.

“We shall talk about this later for now we should meet the other teams and discuss our future plans”, said Razak.

“Well than let’s carry on then, we don’t have all day”, said Shingen and then the group started walking to the centre of the Hall of Champions.

Along the Azeroth couldn’t help but think about his current predicament. He was currently powerless and the future wasn’t looking to bright for him.’ As transmigrator shouldn’t I have some awesome powers, a OP system or a mysterious artifact or a secret cultivation art.’

‘Whatever let’s just carry on forward’.