In the depths of the void, a godly relic that has been there since the dawn of time got bored and decided to entertain itself. It witnessed the birth of the first universe, which right after birthed millions of others alongside it. It saw people emerge from these universes wielding power that could destroy stars with a flick of their hands, demolish galaxies with a few words, and abolish universes after comprehending the element of the void. On Earth, Yasuo, a reincarnated demon arts grandmaster now reincarnated as a regular young man, lies bored in his bed, thinking about this world's various confinements. The next day, he opens his eyes only to find himself carrying a "Godly Relic." As a bottom-dweller, Yasuo could only rely on the "Godly Relic" And his past experiences to travel through countless worlds and spread the entrance of his Holy Land, determined to grow stronger. --------------------Rewards-------------------- 30 Power Stones= 1 Bonus Chapter 30 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapter Castle= 10 Bonus Chapters The bonus chapters will be updated altogether, even if it's 15 on Monday at 00:00 gmt+8 ( Server Time )
On earth, in New York City, inside a high school.
"Students, as you already know, we are at the end of this year, and after your exams, and if you succeed, of course, everyone will start choosing which cultivation technique they will go for and which academy they will enroll in."
"However, remember, students, although this may sound like the most important thing in your life, it truly isn't. Not everyone is born with a talent for cultivation, and not everyone will succeed and have immense power as you see on TV."
The professor, who had been teaching for twenty years, had seen many students lose their will to live after being smart since childhood and thinking that exams reflect the cultivation of talent.
Alas, reality was harsh. High grades did not correlate with one's cultivation talent, and after their final exams, countless students were left in despair, and many succumbed to hopelessness upon discovering that they possessed no talent at all.
While addressing the class, the professor appeared to be speaking to everyone, but his words were explicitly aimed at the students who lacked the resources to afford cultivation techniques or one-on-one guidance.
As for the few who knew this pep talk wasn't meant for them, they wore carefree expressions, patiently waiting for the hour to pass so they could go home and focus on their cultivation.
After offering a few more words to console the students and prepare them for the inevitable shock in the coming weeks, the professor's eyes shifted to a boy sleeping in the back row by the window.
His gaze softened at the sight.
He called out gently, his voice not bearing the same authority as speaking to the class earlier.
"Yasuo, as per your knowledge, you have been chosen for this year's draft from our Nordo High School to go and fight in the frontlines."
"You should prepare yourself after you go back."
The instructor in the white uniform crossed his arms and looked at the frail youth before him, his eyes flickering with sympathy.
Hearing his words, almost all the class instinctively looked at the kid in the corner, their expressions varying; some felt pity for their classmate, others felt a bit of rage, and a few others sitting in the first rows were indifferent to the matter altogether.
Yasuo's expression rejoiced for a moment.
'Finally...Finally, I'm leaving this boring place!'
He was a reincarnated Grandmaster of dark magic from a world of magic and dragons, but when he came to this world he discovered it was nothing like the one he had come from.
Although power structures and spiritual energy existed, this world's restrictions on influential people, or 'cultivators, ' were unlike anything he had seen in his world.
To make matters worse, he was born into a struggling family that couldn't afford to provide him with cultivation techniques.
In contrast, His magic techniques seemed incompatible with the spiritual energy of this world, adding to his frustration.
Yasuo's boredom grew with each passing year, primarily because he was unaccustomed to laws restricting his actions—even his words.
But he was hit with this sudden good news out of the blue before he knew it.
Ordinary students like Yasuo but who didn't have ample years of experience. The news of the draft each year was devastating for them; it brought the same level of despair as discovering they lacked any cultivation talent.
Although the government was generous in this regard, offering lifelong support to the draftee's family—even extending aid to their great-grandchildren—the draft itself felt like the arrival of the angel of death, coming to claim their lives.
No matter how much one loved the well-being of his family, none was willing to sacrifice his life for it; that may have been true in regular times, but surely not when the chance to get stronger beyond everyone and everything existed.
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To make matters worse, the frontliners were anything but peaceful. They were embroiled in a fierce and chaotic war against demons, beasts, and other lifeforms that had evolved in the tens of thousands of years since spiritual energy descended upon the world.
Like humans, every other being on the planet—and even those near it—had undergone evolution. However, the greatest challenge for humanity was the overwhelming number of demons, beasts, and other evolved lifeforms that relentlessly threatened the survival of human cities and continents.
Resources were limited, and various cultivation resources were vied for.
Human civilization initiated a series of conflict wars in a few jungles and cities, which were immediately lost during that event.
Alas, the demon beasts and other lifeforms didn't back down.
They fought with a ferocity that matched the humans since they also needed resources to get stronger, and what's better than human blood and their various scientific research products to get stronger?
***
Hence, although the draft selected a student from each high school every year and the chances of them being selected were like one in a hundred thousand, if not a million, the chance was still there, and they could still be drafted to the frontlines.
Lifting his head and placing his right hand on his chin while glancing at the kids around him, Yasuo couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.
He had already sensed that the students of this world—the supposed future powerhouses of a colossal planet housing tens of billions—were far too soft for their age.
It felt like their mental strength, which should have already been fortified since a young age, to take on sudden deaths or even the pressure of killing other lifeforms or even their kin wasn't trained, and this left a bitter taste in his mouth.
'What kind of people are ruling this world? Do they even care about their world's prosperity?' Yasuo couldn't help but have such an idea.
It should be known that even though he would be sent to the frontlines, it wasn't like he would be dropped to fight immediately.
No!
He would be given a high-level cultivation path of at least the 5th rank, undergo rigorous training for at least three years, and then be sent to face real battles.
This was precisely why the child's behavior left him so disappointed.
He wasn't being sent to his death!
Human rights were upheld in this world, unlike in his previous one.
There was no way a child would be randomly thrown into battle as cannon fodder.
If such a thing were to happen, the cultivators aligned with the human rights organizations would stop at nothing to dismantle the corrupt government responsible.