5 The Twisted Truth. PT:1

Oz: "Nnngh, what? Where am I?" Oz had said with a groggy voice as he began to sit up, rubbing his eyes. "My body is all stiff."

???:"Well you have been growing in the incubator for a long time Oz." Sounded a female robotic voice from across the room, as if it was coming out of a speaker. "It's going to take quite sometime for your body to get used to it'self."

Oz: "What are you talki-" He couldn't finish his sentence as he got up out of bed and collapsed to the floor from his legs collapsing out from under him.

???: "I warned you, you know. You should listen to your mother when she tells you something!" The voice had loudly spoke out.

Oz: "What are you talking about?! My body was just fine befo-" He had suddenly remembered after applying the finishing changes to his Cultivation Circuit, his entire body had gone through a horrific scene. After recalling everything, he struggled to stand up.

Then it had hit him....

Oz: "Mother?..." His eyes widened as he looked over to see a laptop sitting on a desk, with what looked like a Lightning Essence Crystal in a glass tube attached to it through wires. His voice quivered when he spoke, "Mom, that's not you right?..."

Kara: "Unfortunately it is.... My son, I am so sorry...." The voice that was being transmitted from the Essence Crystal and through the Laptop, was trembling.

Oz: "Mom, what is going on? You have to tell me everything...." Oz's tone had turned somber, he could feel his eyes beginning to water. "This is all a dream right? This isn't real...."

Surely enough it was... Oz could tell just by feeling the surrounding air, this wasn't the island. That crystal that is hooked to that laptop was in fact his mother, he could tell by the aura it had emitted. Loving and nurturing, he would never be able to forget this feeling of his mother's aura. He became frantic and started asking questions.

Uncle Brow and Aunt Marina had walked in a few minutes later, stopping Oz in his tracks.

Their appearance was completely different from before. Their aura and personalities were the same, but nothing like what they were.

Aun't Marina's horns were still there, but her hair had turned to a grayish blonde. Her skin that had been a bright pink had turned grayish with a pink tint. The irises of her eyes were grey with flecks of Ruby Red flares. Sporting a white lab coat and the usual stylish black button dress shirt, that was revealing an insane amount of cleavage, a beige khaki skirt, and black heals.

Uncle Brow, standing about 6'3, still had a burly body, his skin had become an off pasty white. His hair is short, and a dark shade of gray. In his eyes there were flecks of bright red, and silver colored flares. He was wearing some type of odd looking Military Engineering outfit.

Oz: "Uncle Brow? Aunt Marina? Why do you look so different?! What the actual fuck is going on!?!?" For the first time since his reincarnation Oz had felt a panic attack. He had only felt minor ones in his previous life, like if he had a review at work and was worried he was going to get fired.

His mind had entered a complete meltdown, with his mind unstable his entire body had started to shift and alter right in front of everyone present in the room. His mother couldn't see what was happening but could feel, his heart trembling from its core.

Brow standing there with his arms crossed and lost his temper watching this pitiful view before his eyes and took matters into his own hands.

*Crash*

Brow had instantly moved from the spot he was standing, uppercutting Oz in the gut with a tremendous amount of force. Lifting him into the air.

Oz had puked up nothing but stomach acid over Brow's arm. In Oz's eyes he could clearly see Brow's moments as if they were in slow motion. Brow had retracted his arm while Oz was still airborne and cocked it back, letting him hit the floor.

Brow: "You are such a whiny little bastard you know! You know nothing! Do you even realize how luck you are?!" Brow had started yelling loudly at Oz, snapping him from his spell.

Oz, had stood back up hunched over and holding his gut.

Oz: "Tell m- *Cough* Tell me everything..." He looked up with a determined look in his eyes.

From here, there were no more secrets....

He lives in the same world that he had prior, only 500 years into the future. Around 50 years after his death, Scientists had found a way to connect to another plane of existence, known as the plane of Magic.

After having connected to this new plane of existence and a new type of power, Humanity was ecstatic. They created an entire new organization, A.S.E.R.O. (Against Supernatural Encounters Response Ordinance) to investigate and utilize this new Resource. The first contact was with the Elves.

The Elves provided Essence Crystals, in turn with humanities technology. Even Humans could attain magic, and channel it through Essence Crystals. But then there was the small clan of Elves that had split from the main family, they received a permit from ASERO, and traveled the earth.

In doing so they had found information on Cultivation, and Martial Arts. Having practiced these methods the elves had decided to take the cultivation into seclusion on a mountain with an ever raging storm.

By this time Humanity had crossed over to their plane, Dwarves greeted them with open arms. The technological advancements between the two races were astronomical, the Dwarves had already incorporated the Essence Crystals into their own technology that had a more fundamental view on using the energy of the crystal to power their their homes and cities, as well as military power.

The Organization ASERO had taken over a small island in the Philippines to construct their base of operations, which had later turned into a giant Metropolis of all races prospering, and coinciding. Even the demons had at least made a civil rights pact with the other races. It was a peaceful time.

After 10 years, the Elves had revealed the power of Cultivation with Manacules, and then everything changed.

Fueled by the hunger for power, it was a blood stained mess. Wars had broken out among the 3 races, Dwarves, Elves, and Demons. Humans didn't have the physical capability of competing...

The Human body was unable to produce Manacules like the other races that had been born and raised in the Plane of Magic. Leaving them inept and in the dust on terms of power. ASERO didn't like this and wasn't going to have it, so they had put all of their resources into experimenting and and research.

300 years later, the wars had subsided and the losses were catastrophic to all races, except the humans, who had stayed out of the conflict. The island and the economy grew, what had been just a small organization had erupted into it's own city, there were at least a few thousand of people from each race living there. Having chose to abstain from the wars.

The City of Asero, governed by the organization it'self.

After several hundred years of attempts, failures, and reworks, the ASERO Science&Magic Division had found the answer. With all of the resources from the Plane of Magic, and the assistance of the Demon's knowledge of Alchemy.

They were able to create the very first Homunculus, using one of the soldiers from the Military Branch of ASERO. Naturally being the First Homuculus he was perfect, super human abilities, every bit of his body and mind had been enhanced at least 10x fold, and that wasn't the only thing either! He was generating Manacules in his body naturally. Having achieved their goal, they didn't stop there...

They had been studying his blood and his physiology for the next 50 years. Until... He broke out, while in the means of doing so, destroyed all of their research, and ran into the Plane of Magic to never be seen again... From what samples they were able to save from the destruction of the lab they were able to create the H-Virus.

The H-Virus was incomplete, and highly unstable. The first experimental subject died immediately in excruciating pain, so they went back and reworked it. This time it worked, but in the wrong way... After the reworked batch was injected into the subject, his body had started to spasm.

After 5 minutes, the subject had become stable. His skin turned to an ash gray with what looks like cracks in clay all over his body, hair had turned white, and his irises, had turned a flat gray and looked completely lifeless.

They had succeeded, or at least they thought they had. After turning themselves into Homunculi, the higher ups of the ASERO Organization were furious, while the Humonulus did have the inhuman capabilities, it couldn't produce and Manacules. Cursing their luck and not being able to recreate the first Homunculus in themselves, they continued their experiments.

For the last several hundred years, the ASERO Organization had been collecting samples from wars, but only the samples from the strongest of each race. Then they experimented on themselves, incorporating the DNA from the samples they had collected, turning themselves into Homunculi Hybrids....

Afterwards they had gained the ability to produce Manacules in themselves... Changing the food chain completely....

That was only the tip of the ice berg.....

With the thought of finally obtaining power freshly burnt into their minds, another appeared. "Can't we get stronger?"

And surely they did.

The H-Virus had adapted and gone airborne, infecting every human that was in the City of Asero. Everything had turned to chaos, with every Human in the city becoming Homunculi one after another, everyone was confused.

Then an announcement had been broadcast over the entire city.

Loud Speaker: "Humanity has evolved, we need no longer live in the fear of these beings from the Plane of Magic. For we can now cultivate!" After the announcement, had finished explaining the method.

The blood bath ensued.

Left and right, Demons, Dwarves, and Elves, had fallen at the hands of the Homunculi. After everything had settled down, they gathered all of the dead in a giant pile. Ready to be cut up and distributed among the newly born Humonculi, so they may "Evolve," and further satisfy their lust for power.

After news of this incident reached they other races, they had scattered among other realms to hide from the newly born race. Leaving the Plane of Magic to only be inhabited by the Essence Beast that live their naturally...

After the Plane of Magic had been left by the other races. The Organization known as ASERO, transported their entire city, leaving the rest of Humanity behind. To this new world that is now known as....

Terra Mortis

"Land of Death...."