2 Chapter 2: Life Is a Treat

"Damn!" A fist crashed into a wooden table, flinging it across the room. Silence followed the loud crash. "Where'd they go?" yelled a man with blonde hair, "We've searched the entire f*cking world! They can't be that far away. Can they?"

"Sir, we've done all we can, maybe we should give the money back and give up. It's been ten years already..." called a timid voice, "It's hopeless." the timid man acknowledged that there wasn't any point.

The timidity angered the blonde haired man, but there was logic to what he was saying. His grandpa didn't have much hope.

The blonde haired man nodded slowly, "Unfortunately, you're right. Gahiji is gone. There isn't any point in looking anymore." His blue eyes started to water, as he cried softly "Damn it though, why couldn't dad have done anything?"

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The first things Gahiji remembered from his "childhood" were doing meaninglessly hard chores under the gravity of 10 times earth.

Just a year later, it was 100 times earth's gravity, and yet, he still was doing chores. At the age of 6, he did everything under 10k times earth's gravity. By then, he was learning how to use a bow.

He lived in a furnace-like realm, where the hot day would give him burns, and the night would also give him burns. He cried himself to sleep many nights, for he was alone.

The only thing to keep him company, was a run-down old robot, which somehow never actually did break, despite it wanting to. The poor guy would always try to kill himself to no avail. The poor robot was named Billy, after his dead owner.

Billy was told to teach Gahiji everything he was to know, including cultivation. The earth was very modern, almost to the verge of having a new revolution. Most people only ever heard of spiritual circulation, which was considered to be something out of a novel.

Many people thought it was fake, but to several others, it was authentic as an excellent cheese Runza. (AN: Anyone knows what a Runza is? Tell me in the comments!)

The cultivation techniques that the peoples of earth learned, however, compared to the past/other planets, was vastly inferior. Earthlings had a hard time when compared to Marthlings.

Earth only had three Sky level people, out of a population of 15 billion. They were considered the apex, and never really were talked about in conversations.

Marthlings, on the other hand, had 100 sky level cultivators, out of a population of 2 billion.

Unfortunately for the earth, Gahiji's cultivation technique was; by every standard possible; perfect. Even by gods standards.

Gahiji was pushed extremely hard for the next four years and somehow made it to the pinnacle of the Rebirth stage. Not to mention his body, which; forced to the limits under a black holes' gravitational force; continued perfection.

(AN: I don't like even writing about black holes... I'm too scared of them LoL. Researching what gravity a black hole has scared the ever living shit out of me, and lemme tell you, I hope I'm never going to be a scientist. If you didn't know already, it's infinite. Absolute gravity.)

When all was said and done, the day when Gahiji had to head back to earth came. Billy finally got what he wanted, and died. Gahiji was magically teleported to land and left to roam free.

Gahiji looked around; he felt like he was floating in the air. He noticed a building off in the distance, behind a big metal wall. A small line to get in was on the side of the wall.

"Time to have some fun!" He cried, charging to the wall.

(To clear up any confusion you have. Gahiji's body was magically enchanted to stay 10, and he'll never age. To top it off, his body won't ever degrade unless plot armor dies. I promise I'll make this fun, I just don't wanna have to build him up. Let's just say it's the: I'm Tired and wanna sleep syndrome.)