2 A new man, a new world.

White light blinded all the people for miles.

In the mind of these cultivators, they paled. This light was pure Mortal Energy. To be under such pressure, it could only be a mythical beast, or a peerless master. However, there was not a single disciple on either side willing to move. If it were a beast, it would undoubtedly attack the closest people, meaning the Grigory Sect would suffer the most. However, if it were a master, the Grigory Sect may be rescued. Thus, the Blazing Winds Sect would lose many.

And so, a momentary stalemate occurred. Neither side knew what had appeared, so neither side wanted to chance a lost victory.

The light faded, and a young man rose from the pale blue shell. He was young, perhaps just entering his twenties. He had a tall, muscular body, not unlike a long-time martial artist. His skin was pale, ashen colored. Like his body had faded away, and come back. Shaggy brown hair covered his face as he rose, before he casually brushed it back out of his face, revealing piercing yellow eyes. He looked around, assessing the area, before a simple word left his mouth.

"What?"

...

I looked around, and everything I could see confused me. A hundred or so people, all holding swords, axes, spears, and even the odd whip. More importantly, those weapons were all pointed at me. What the hell was going on? Where did those gods throw me, exactly? All of my confusion mustered up into a single word.

"What?"

That word caused a chain reaction, as half of the people in green turned away from me, and a lot of the guys in red started backing up. And then, fighting broke out. Each of the people in green clashed with several people in red, and yet they held their ground. What was crazy was that I couldn't even follow their movements. They looked like blurs, and I could swear I saw them doing magic.

And then, I remembered that genre from my old life. Xianxia. Cultivators, immortals, beautiful women and men, powerful beasts, sacred and divine treasures. If that was what this was... I'm utterly fucked.

I have never seriously trained. Never had much interest in personal gain. Hell, I've never even been in a fistfight. How was I gonna protect myself? Those gods just dumped me in a world I can die in at any moment! Shouldn't Miss Nemu have given me something, anything to protect myself?!

[She did.]

...What was that? A small, calm voice spoke in my head, and for some reason, I imagined a silvery orb of light inside my head.

[Hello Operator. I am a gift, to you, from your new mother and brother.]

I retraced my memories. When they tapped my head. Each time, something entered my body. I touched my head, and felt the spot they had touched. Nothing.

[I am known as Eris. I was created by Master Ori to help your body grow to house the rampant Void Energy you now naturally generate. I am the pinnacle culmination of the powers of Master Ori and Mistress Nemu.]

Oh... Okay, that sorta made sense. She did say I was now her kid. I guess that kinda means she'd give me something. So, Eris, what can you do for me?

[Well, Master. I am a system devised by Master Ori to closely replicate whatever is most familiar to you, in order to assist your growth into a divine being. Remember, my abilities do not exist without your own. Everything about me, is shaped by your subconscious, and my objective.]

Okay. That makes some sense, too. Then let's get to this later. I think I'm still in trouble.

I had been spacing out too long. To any outside view, I was simply bored, watching over a fight between the twelve and the hundred. The fact that I barely moved more than a foot since appearing seemed to somewhat ease the people in green, as they focused their efforts on the fight in front of them. Still, they kept one guy beside me, watching my every movement. Talk about paranoid...

"Hey, uh... Could you give me something to wear?"

I didn't want to acknowledge it, but all this time, I had only been in my underwear. Though, not the underwear I was wearing when I died. In fact... When the hell did I get so ripped? And why is my hair so long? Come to think of it... Is the ground further away than it used to be?

As I was checking over my new body, the man to my side simply smirked to himself, before a set of green robes appeared out of thin air. He tossed it over to me, alongside a pair of pants, a belt, and some boots. Though the clothes were not what I was used to, my body instinctively put them on properly. And all the sudden, I was nearly indistinguishable from any of the other thirteen.

Wait, thirteen? Weren't there twelve a minute ago?

I counted them up again, and yeah... There were too many. And the new person, was standing beside me. The other disciple seemed to notice at the same time, though he looked as though he saw a ghost.

When he immediately bowed, and I felt a pressure similar to, but far weaker than what I felt in that empty space, I immediately knew. This guy was probably someone important to this group. I paid him no mind though, even when he cocked an eyebrow at my unflinching response to his power-show.

I looked out, and sure enough, the red guys were running away. Apparently, this guy was strong enough that eighty superhuman people were turning tail. And when the other people in green turned, all but one of them bowed. A tall black man, with black hair down to his neck, and a wicked wound across his chest. The fact that he didn't seemed bothered by it was badass.

"This one greets the Eleventh Elder. Thank you for coming to our aid." The black man spoke clearly, though his exhausted state was clear.

"Hm. I felt a massive surge of Mortal Energy from here. I expected to find you in an unfortunate state... I'm glad I was wrong." The senior man smiled, giving off a warm, but stern vibe. "If you don't mind, could you explain what caused that tremendous aura?"

As soon as he said that, twelve pairs of eyes turned to me, still standing on top of the remains of the pale blue cocoon.

"I guess that explains why I don't recognize you. And why that uniform is so small for you." The man grinned, but this one was far less friendly. A gaze trying to measure someone up.

"Um. Hello, sir. I'm not from around here." I cautiously spoke, and after a moment, the elderly man placed a hand on my stomach.

"Ho? So much vitality, and you've yet to even cultivate? And that's to say nothing of that energy storm earlier." The old man changed his smile, clearly satisfied with his cursory check of me.

"Come with us, and join the Grigory Sect. After all, so many Blazing Winds disciples saw you don our uniform. Clearly, they won't just let you go should they seize you." Ah. An ultimatum. Join us, or die. Damn, with such appetizing choices, I wonder what I should choose?

"Okay. I'll join."