Isn't It Lonely

Holy Spirit Village

The village is not so vast or prosperous compared to the town and cities that have advanced in terms of both politics and financial development.

It is located at the south of Fasinuo Province's Nuoding City, consisting of around three hundred households and farmlands outside of the village with abundance of grains and vegetables.

The leader of the village is an oldman called Elder Jack, one who is responsible for looking out for everyone in the village.

"This bitch, how dare you serve me with cold food ? Are you trying to get me sick ?" An enraged voice of a middle aged woman was heard echoing, causing the villagers to sigh with disappointment and helplessness.

"Baam" From a small house, soon loud crashing noises could be heard, each sound devastating enough to scare everyone.

"Cough" A little boy in his early seven, coughs a fresh batch of blood and trembles under the pain of brutality.

His body was currently crashed on the old table that has now broken into fragments, of course his eyes were full of calm and monotonous emotions.

He wants to tear this bitchy woman more than anyone or anything, he wants to drink her blood and eat her flesh.

Since the time he can remember, she has always been abusing him and beating him without a shred of humanity within her.

  "What are you glaring at ? I will gouge your eyes out if you continue on glaring at me with those disgusting eyes " The middle aged woman was not that old and still looks young, her body is voluptuous and tall enough for her to possess a charm to attract young boys even at her age.

She is wearing an ordinary outfit, signifying her status as a villager.

Although she can't be said to be an absolute beauty, she still was captivating enough to seduce young men.

"Crack" The little boy grits his teeth and silently endures all the pain and suffering, one day he promises that he will make this woman pay for all the things she has done to him.

"Stop glaring and go out to earn some damn money for my living expenses" The woman is named Long Su while the little boy is named Xian Xuan but he likes to call himself Sagar.

After all, in his previous life, his original name was Sagar Rai.

"...." Remaining silent, Sagar does not refute or fight back. Instead he silently leaves the messy house.

"This damn son of that bastard, if I could I would have already killed him " After Sagar left the house, Long Su cursed him without holding back.

Sagar on the other hand, he was slowly and unhurriedly walking around the village while meeting those various gazes filled with different emotions, some were of pity, sympathy while some were full of glee and scorn.

Ignoring them all, he leaves the village and walks to closeby hill that is located just outside from the village.

After arriving at his usual spot, he rests beneath a tree while leaning his back on the arched ground, his eyes reflecting those fleeting clouds.

Currently he was resting on the cliff of the hill, not high in altitude but not low as well.

"....how the hell did I even end up here ?" He couldn't help but question himself.

As long as he can remember, he was sure that he was just an ordinary Nepali living his ordinary life back on Earth.

During his 10th grade, he was working in construction labor and at the same time studying as well.

After graduating 12th grade, because of lack of the money and financial support he left the school and didn't continue his study and instead focused on seeking jobs.

He did construction labor for a total of five years, did work in delivery for four months, welding for eight months and finally just when he was starting his work as a waiter, he found himself in the middle of a road accident.

After the accident, his both legs suffered mortal injuries, causing his ability to walk to disappear within history.

Not only that, slowly but surely, he became paralyzed and his whole body just became vegetative.

He watched his family slowly turn cold at him and even his own parents abandoning him, seeing no chance of return, they lost hope for him.

Of course, all those experiences turned him cold and monotonous, experiencing the abandonment from his family, his heart couldn't grow more colder than it already had after so much had passed.

And finally he met his end on the hospital bed, he thought that he would finally be free from all those nightmares.

But who knew that after being free from one nightmare, he will be forced to suffer another nightmare ?

He was born as the son of Long Su and Xian Kong, an ordinary family in the Holy Spirit Village.

Since his birth, he was rejected by both his father and mother because their love for each other had died with time.

After their marriage, the love and warmth they had for each other gradually faded and became just part of memories.

Because of this, Sagar was the one to suffer the brunt and consequences.

Neither in his previous life nor in this life, Sagar never felt that familial love from his parents which he once yearned for.

Yes, which he once yearned for.

Those fleeting feelings have long disappeared and have now become nothing but part of history to him, after all, in this new life he has already decided to abandon everything and anything that makes him weak.

"Sigh" He couldn't help but deeply sigh, although he has decided to abandon his love and emotions, he just couldn't execute his decision. 

"Although I want to do so, but how can I do it ?" He asked himself " How can I abandon my emotions and become a man with a stone heart ?"

He shakes his head.

"Brother Sagar, so you were here after all " Suddenly Sagar heard the familiar voice coming from behind, turning to check he found Tang San approaching him.

Tang San is a little boy from the same village as him, although they are neighbors but Sagar rarely talks to him.

"Tang San, why are you here ?" Sagar lightly asked him, after all this little kid is younger than him.

"I just thought that I could exchange some words with you, that's all " Tang San sits next to him and also starts to admire the fleeting clouds up in the sky.

"....." Sagar deeply observes Tang San before turning to look at the sky, ignoring Tang San as if he is just a blowing breeze.

"Brother Sagar, Grandpa Jack said that I will finally get the opportunity to awaken my martial spirit and become a martial master " Tang San is a six year old little kid who has yet to awaken his martial spirit or should we say martial soul.

Oh, forgot to mention this but actually Sagar is reincarnated in the world of Douluo Continent also known as Combat Continent.

In the Douluo Continent, everyone who reaches six years old awakens their martial soul and if they possess a certain level of potential, they can tread on the path of spirituality and strength.

Although Sagar has also awakened his martial soul one year ago, his soul power during the awakening ceremony was only at zero level, prompting him to lose hope for becoming a noble spirit master.

Of course, even after that, he has always been doing his best to cultivate in soul power yet he never achieved any success.

"Oh, whatever " Sagar just nonchalantly ignored Tang San once again.

Why should he care if someone else becomes a spirit master or not when his own path is restricted because of his damn potential which can't even be called potential.

"Brother Sagar, why don't you come to my house tonight for dinner since I will finally awaken my martial soul tomorrow ? This treat will be from me ?" Tang San enthusiastically invites Sagar to his house for dinner but the man in question scoffs at him.

"And why would I even do that ?" Sagar was not in mood to play the dollhouse with this brat, his mood was already down and now this brat has come to sprinkle salts on his injuries.

So hateful !!

"Brother Sagar, don't be like that " Tang San wasn't ready to give up so he did his best to cheer Sagar.

Sagar was getting more and more annoyed with this brat, finally unable to tolerate this little brat, he activated his martial soul.

His pair of eyes transforms into purple with a layer of rings, each with three tomoes attached on those rings. Of course, at his glabella, a third eye opens.

The eye was similar to purple eyes but in terms of color, it was crimson.

While those purple eyes emanated a demonic aura, the third crimson eye was unleashing a mysterious aura that transcends both destruction and creation.

"Almighty Push" Sagar positioned his right arm on Tang San, sending Tang San a powerful and eerie feeling in his whole body.

Such a feeling coming from Sagar was both terrifying and dangerous so Tang San didn't wait for Sagar to do what he was about to do, hence utilizing his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Soon enough, he left his original position and arrived a few meters away from there.

Of course, the moment he left his original position, he saw an invisible gravitational force pushing the space and destroying everything on its path.

The grass on the ground was uprooted while the trees around shook violently, the air and space seemed to fluctuate.

"Huff" On the other hand, Sagar was panting because of soul power exhaustion.

Although he has awakened three different types of soul spirits during the ceremony, because of his weak mortal body, he lacks the ability to support those three powers.

Rinne-sharingan and Rinnegan, Three Haki and Kagune .

This all is a familiar power to Sagar since they all belong from the anime he has watched before.

Although Kagune does not require soul power supplement for utilization, it still drains him from his stamina while his Three Haki aren't trained or honed enough for him to freely activate and use them.

As for his eye powers, they require a huge amount of soul power hence the reason why he does his best not to use them.

Although he has three martial souls which in the history of the Douluo Continent have never achieved, heard or seen before, he still lacks the power to control and advance them.

"Ta....ng San....huff*huff*" Sagar was panting heavily while his head felt dizzy, even when he was out of his soul power, his irritation wasn't washed off from him.

"Brother Sagar, you should not exert yourself more than your limit, please calm down" Tang San worriedly approached Sagar but Sagar disdainfully scoffed at him.

" Don't touch me...huff*" Sagar waves his hand and causes Tang San to halt "I don't need anyone's pity nor their sympathy"

"I am a man who does not needs anyone help nor support to stand on my own feet" Sagar struggles to get up on his both feet, even when he was almost on the verge of collapsing he didn't ask for Tang San help " As you live a life of desolation and come to realization that everyone and everything around you are but a mere illusion, mirage to your fake world where no reality ever existed "

"You will finally understand that you were all alone so before such realization hits you, you must learn to grow, mature and become independent.....all alone" Sagar spits blood from his mouth, after all soul power exhaustion isn't just simple phenomena for a spirit master.

And especially for those with zero level soul power.

"But...." Tang San wanted to say something to Sagar yet the latter wasn't in mood to listen to him, with a painful expression on his face, Sagar weakly struggles to leave.

"...but learning to do everything all alone...." Tang San watches the lonely silhouette continue to disappear away from his vision while softly murmuring to himself "...isn't it just lonely ?"