It was still early in the morning but trouble had already found its way to this man.
"Get out of this house or I'll kill you!" bellowed a middle-aged man his voice echoing from within a large imposing house in the area.
This was no ordinary residence.
As the gates of the grand house swung open several people struggled to heave them apart forcibly ejecting a young man onto the path outside. His body tumbled uncontrollably coming to rest with a groan that was met with indifference from his ejectors.
Despite his handsome appearance the man's attractiveness was marred by his pitiful demeanor. He wore a foolish grin strangely out of place considering he had just been thrown out.
"I was kicked out," he mumbled seemingly in disbelief pondering whether this humiliating episode was reality or merely a figment of his imagination.
Lucas was the name of the man a young individual leading the life of a widower.
His consciousness was now overwhelmed with memories that were foreign to him plunging him into a sea of confusion.
He came to realize that the body he inhabited was not his own. He too was named Lucas coincidentally sharing the name with the original owner of the body he now occupied. A vivid memory lingered of Lucas playing chess with a friend in what seemed like a casual match wagering a glass of spirits. However Lucas lost the game resulting in a bizarre twist of fate where he found himself trapped in the body of another Lucas.
Upon awakening in this new reality the first sensation he experienced was a stinging slap. The person who slapped him was a man of advancing years not elderly but certainly no longer young.
Adding to his bewilderment his wife also struck him with a painful slap.
"You're useless," she scorned her words cutting through him sharply.
Lucas fell silent for a moment lost in the turmoil of his thoughts. His gaze lifted to the sky fixating on the splendid moon that now mirrored itself in his eyes.
His mind was besieged by bizarre memories unveiling a world dominated by martial arts practitioners a realm where martial prowess was so advanced that warriors could cleave mountains and redirect rivers reminiscent of figures from ancient legends.
This reality was starkly different from the one Lucas knew. In his original world the only force capable of splitting a mountain was a nuclear explosion and no sane person would dare undertake such an act.
"Haha have I been reincarnated?" Lucas murmured to himself.
He rubbed his face an ambiguous gesture that could indicate gratitude or disbelief. Yet it was evident that deep down he felt a sense of thankfulness.
His previous life had been painfully mundane. In his original world he could obtain anything with a mere mention of his name: women wealth you name it. However Lucas had always lacked one elusive element: peace of mind. He was accustomed to the constant strain of business pressures.
Now Lucas found himself married to Luna a stunning woman who was the daughter of the formidable old man. He couldn't deny that among all the women he had encountered Luna stood out in her beauty.
"Perhaps even the top four celebrities of my home world pale in comparison to her beauty" Lucas mused holding his chin as he pondered the allure of his wife.
"My memory is still fragmented," he whispered to himself.
Positioned in front of the large gate he sat down closed his eyes and began meditating focusing on his breathing. He endeavored to piece together the critical memories belonging to the original owner of the body he now inhabited.
This original Lucas was a man of vices - a gambler a drinker a womanizer often fleeing from the consequences of his actions.
"Wait...," Lucas suddenly opened his eyes.
The realization dawned on him that if the recollections in his mind were accurate the body he had assumed would be considered the lowest of the low. He reviewed the memories again realizing they were all influenced by the opinions of those who knew the original Lucas.
"So they think Lucas is a loser. Something doesn't add up here," he murmured under his breath.
As a shrewd and successful businessman his analytical mind refused to accept a simplistic narrative. The original Lucas's family fortune had been squandered - lost to gambling squandered on worthless drugs vanishing without a trace.
Lucas clicked his tongue his teeth chattering in frustration. He felt a deep sense of pity for the man who by a twist of fate shared his name.
"To have to rely on a woman for support... you really are pathetic," Lucas whispered to himself once more.
His mind was also inundated with other memories: those of the original Lucas attempting to infiltrate various martial arts sects. He would often covertly observe their practices yearning to learn their techniques. Yet each endeavor ended in failure.
The truth was harsh - the original Lucas was an untalented fool devoid of Qi. Without this vital energy what hope did he have of mastering cultivation?
His existence seemed like a cruel joke as if both heaven and earth conspired against him. Lucas's fate was perpetually fraught with misfortune as though the world sought to amplify his misery.
In essence Lucas's marriage to a woman named Luna was akin to an absurd union between a buffalo and a beautiful princess of royal descent.
Even in the role of a mere beast of burden Lucas was inadequate for he was nothing more than a buffalo.
However a saving grace existed in the form of a pact made by their grandfather a promise that had to be honored. Now at the age of eighteen Lucas found himself in this unexpected matrimonial arrangement.
But Lucas' own conduct had led to his downfall. His first grievous error was getting inebriated on his own wedding day. To add insult to injury he then proceeded to consume all the food at the celebration.
It was no surprise that Luna's father was incensed culminating in Lucas being expelled from their home. Now Lucas could do nothing but gaze at the huge gate berating the foolishness of the body's original inhabitant.
In this moment of despair Lucas shut his eyes once more. Unexpectedly a bizarre occurrence unfolded. A bright flash of lightning seemed to strike behind his eyelids.
He felt as if his body was being whisked away to an odd dimension. There a figure with a face obscured by black bandages sat regally akin to a king upon his throne. The eerie ambiance was heightened by numerous skulls surrounding the throne reinforcing the figure's intimidating presence.
"Lucas... or should I say Lucas from another world. Welcome to my realm," the bandaged figure addressed him his tone imbued with an air of ominous authority.
Lucas still didn't expect to suddenly enter this strange dimension especially when he was confronted by a man with black bandages covering his face and radiating a strange and disturbing aura."Do you want powers?" the bandaged figure asked.This scenario echoed the ancient tales Lucas knew in which individuals are granted powers upon entering a new world. However Lucas did not immediately accept; instead he inquired "Who are you?""Me?" the figure replied. "I am merely a forgotten ghost from the past. Your identity however is what truly matters."As the ghost spoke its aura grew more overpowering making Lucas feel as if invisible violent hands were squeezing his throat. This dangerous moment made Lucas think of his new wife - not just any woman but a remarkably beautiful one. The thought of her strengthened his resolve; he was not prepared to die without experiencing one more kiss from her."I haven't really divorced Luna yet have I?" Lucas managed to joke even under these bizarre ci
A black mist enveloped Lucas followed by the appearance of small orbs that ignited black flames. These flames produced numerous runes that slithered over his body like snakes causing excruciating pain as if countless needles were piercing his skin.The scene looked more like a heretical ritual than a mystical inheritance of power. Despite the excruciating pain Lucas knew he couldn't stop the process; to do so would mean certain death.Gradually the runes faded and Lucas's body underwent a remarkable transformation. His muscles became more defined and his sweat cleansed his skin leaving it with a subtle glow."I made it" Lucas declared his voice reflecting a mixture of relief and exhaustion. He opened his eyes again and took a breath of relief.Never before in his life had he felt such intense pain.[Beginning Stage Primary Realm]This was the realm and cultivation realm that Lucas now belonged to. Once devoid of qi and cultivation roots he had ascended to the lowest realm of this cult
"What a beautiful day" thought the old man as he watered his plants along the dusty road. Sitting in front of his small hut he was a familiar sight in Jade Valley a picturesque town named for its location in a valley surrounded by high mountains and somewhat isolated from the outside world. The old man absorbed in his morning routine paused as a group of young people approached.He hesitated his eyes widening at the sight of the youth aware that confrontation was not a wise choice. Among the group was Garrick the notorious young master of the Ironfist family. As their eyes met Garrick licked his lips menacingly eyeing the old man as his next target."Old man do you have a teenage daughter?" asked Garrick shamelessly. His nose flared his large body trembling as if imagining incomparable pleasure."Young Master Garrick I have no daughters," the old man said timidly.Garrick had a reputation for exploiting loopholes in his family's strict rule of no sex before marriage marrying women for
Garrick looked at the empty space before him his face a mixture of wonder and caution. He seemed to realize that Lucas the person he once knew as inconspicuous had changed. Now Lucas radiated a vibrant and bold energy."Lucas what have you been eating?" Garrick taunted his tone dripping with sarcasm. But beneath this facade Garrick was calculating. He subtly signaled his two companions to flank Lucas his intentions clear: he wanted to quickly overpower and eliminate Lucas."What have I been eating? Definitely not your mother's cooking" Lucas replied his words laced with brazen confidence. Garrick's anger was palpable a vein throbbing visibly on his forehead.Garrick's men now positioned on either side launched a swift ambush. But Lucas ever alert had anticipated the ruse. With a flick of his wrist he effortlessly knocked down the two attackers leaving Garrick in stunned disbelief.Garrick felt as if he were caught in a maelstrom of chaos. In his mind Lucas had always been insignifican
Walking with a piercing stare Lucas pulled at Garrick's hair with a firm grip. Garrick the son of the influential Ironfist family could only grimace in hate. "Lucas you don't... you don't want to insult my father do you?" said Garrick still using his father's powerful name. A sardonic smile crept across his face believing that invoking his family's name would protect him. The Ironfist family was indeed formidable wielding influence in the city comparable to that of the Stromwind family to which Lucas' wife Luna belonged. It was widely believed that provoking the scion of such a prominent family would have dire consequences. "Slap!" "Aghh!" Lucas slapped Garrick's cheek leaving the burly man staring back in disbelief. Lucas once considered weak and foolish now dared to challenge him. "Lucas!!!" Garrick shouted in anger only to receive another slap from Lucas. Both of Garrick's cheeks flushed his face etched with shock and disbelief. "There are some things I'm wondering about" Lu
The White Swan Pavilion a place many men dream of visiting was famous for its exquisite wine rumored to be so desirable that some would kill for the chance to taste it.Lucas approached the famous White Swan Pavilion with unsteady steps. His day had been eventful: he had taught Garrick a lesson placated the former owner and heroically saved the owner's daughter.It had been a true display of heroism and now Lucas was on his way to the second location the White Swan Pavilion.His stomach growled with increasing hunger; Lucas hadn't eaten since the wedding feast and the day's exertions had left him exhausted.Upon arriving at the White Swan Pavilion Lucas found the place sparse yet impressive with most of the exterior painted a pristine white.As he stood there people passed by including numerous women. One such woman playfully patted Lucas on the buttocks and blew him a kiss from a distance as she walked by. Her clothing was almost sheer adding an element of allure to the already vibra
Lucas arrived at the imposing gates of Stromwind Manor his in-laws' home. As he stepped forward to enter he was met with a challenge. The gate remained firmly closed and the guards inside could be heard chuckling seemingly mocking Lucas. They were aware of his lack of internal energy making it seem impossible for him to open such a massive door by sheer physical force."Young master if you want to come in come in. We're too lazy to open the door," sneered one of the guards drawing laughter from his colleagues.Despite being their young master and their master's son-in-law Lucas was treated disrespectfully by the guards. This blatant disrespect ignited a wave of anger in Lucas the veins in his neck bulging with rage."You guys!" he shouted.Taking a deep breath Lucas summoned his inner strength and focused it into his legs. A sense of overwhelming power filled him as if a reservoir of energy was ready to erupt."Bang! Booom!"With explosive force Lucas kicked open the gate creating a c
In the White Swan Pavilion many rooms were filled with the city's elite. Among them there was one particular booth that could be distinguished by its fragrant aroma. Inside was a man of considerable size around thirty years old with facial features reminiscent of a gorilla. Despite his unattractive appearance he was inexplicably surrounded by numerous young women. They were attracted not only by his scent which was extremely fragrant but also by their own allure - the beauty and charm they possessed the seductive perfumes they wore and the inviting softness of their skin.Life seemed almost idyllic for the man who seemed to have everything one could desire except for his unfortunate appearance.But the veneer of perfection was about to be shattered. Into this scene of indulgence and admiration was introduced a new element of discord. Garrick the man's younger brother arrived his face marred by bruises that hinted at trouble brewing beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect world.