3 Cultivate, Kill!

Author Note: (Okay people who actually like this novel! I'm sorry I had mock exams and… stuff? Life I guess anyway Hiatus is over I'm ready to go go gooooo! (Okay not even funny I promise it won't happen again *Bows* Anyway! Just to clarify in future chapters the rankings are Heaven Meditator, Heaven Worshipper, Heaven Ally, Heavenly Warrior and finally Heavens Will – Rather than having each phase have its own rankings it has been changed so that there is only "That" phase, so Jacob is currently at "Phase 1 Lower Stage" Heaven Meditator, from now on it'll be "Lower Stage Heaven Meditator" No phases within rankings because I'm too forgetful for that! Anyway on with the story because this has literally taken up 113 words + of the chapter already! I'm sorry!)

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In a space a distance greater than two stars from Jacobs' own "Heaven" the in the 32nd Heaven, the one closest in proximity, a wave of power surged through the air – arriving at an immortal palace the size of a country. On its throne sat a child, despite looking like he was only 10 or younger the servants around him called him "Old Monster" in respect, his eyes glancing over the young maids from time to time with a perverse grin on his face.

"Agh!" Small cries came from the mouths of the maids before quickly silencing themselves, remembering who they were in the presence of, the small Earthquake just now had been enough to knock nearly a quarter of them over with more than half of them looking on with pity at those who had dropped the "Old Monsters" wine, however when they looked up at his throne they were astonished – rather than preparing to punish them with that disgusting grin of his he was staring towards the stars, the palace having an open roof of course allowed him to stare directly into the distance, in the direction of the surge of energy.. In the direction of Jacob.

"So it's begun…" He mumbled with slight satisfaction, the event which he had waited on for almost a century had finally been set in motion however it wasn't yet time, still too early…

Finally recovering from his dazzled state his gaze went towards the serving maids laid on the floor, already resigned to their fate they hadn't even noticed they could've stood up again before he had noticed, the perverse grin on his face once again disgusting the maids but none of them dared voice their dissatisfaction. "Punishment time…" Licking his lips, the young child looked like the devil in the eyes of the maids as a whip appeared in his hands, his speed like light quickly gathering the fallen maids in a formation next to his throne.

"Enjoy it while you can… I know I will, hahah!" Retreating backwards the child activated the formation and watched as thousands of tentacles appeared through various portals... They continued to *Details omitted – You perverse b*stards… if anyone ever wants what happens here feel free to comment and maybe heheh ;) *

[Heaven Aid, Please desist your actions! This is your final warning! Desist your actions or face military punishment!]

With a cold snort the child ignored the voice, "How many times have you said that in the past hundred years, you'd think you'd learn…" Cold laughter echoing from his mouth as he watched the scene before him – behind him, hundreds of maids were on the floor sobbing, a specific smell permeated the air..

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"Phew!" Finally finishing work again, Jacobs's body no longer sweated like it used to – newfound courage surged from his being and he stared at the stars longingly the energy.

Just yesterday he'd been a normal, ordinary 'slave' yet now he could rise above that, far above that in fact.

If what he had guessed was true the main aim of a "Heavens Aid" was to take over the planet before using it to fight against those who rose to the Immortal realm, he reached for the stars then grasped – one day all of those would be his... From this small planet of his to the distant moon, they would be his domain.

If anyone else heard his thoughts they would call him crazy… of course that's if any normal person had heard his thoughts…

"Sir, Cleaner 332 is showing unusual signs of rebellious activity, how should we respond? His thoughts have reached the level of madness - currently even believing and I quote 'conquer the Earth and Moon as his domain'"

"Eliminate him, he's only a slave anyway – it's not like anyone will notice his disappearance, however do it off school grounds for God's sake! This is a sacred place not one to shed blood on whenever you want! If you make a mistake like last time that head of yours will do just fine on a wall!"

The officer who had reported Jacob's thoughts to the officer felt a cold shiver down his spine, it was lucky that he had suggested installing thought chips in those who worked in the academy or else this would've gone unnoticed and a student may have got injured or worse, die!

The death of any one of these students wasn't something even an academy like theirs could handle! It would reach a national level and their reputation would instantly become disgraceful, no matter how much of a "Sacred" ground for the sons and daughters of the rich this place was!

"It'll be done Sir!"

Moving off, the officer looked down at his watch before activating the communicator function, "A1 and A2 – eliminate Cleaner 332 at his home tonight! If one of you gets impatient and f*cks this up again killing on school grounds I'm taking both of you down with me!" A cold sneer emerged from the officers' mouth as he said this last part, these scum who could only assassinate what use were they to his plans? A cold chuckle came from his mouth as he went down the corridor…

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Back at his home Jacob was sitting on his bed the only thing on his mind was to cultivate! The stronger he becomes, the faster this 'slave' status of his will be forcefully removed and a rebellion could begin!

Despite being born a slave it could be said that his thoughts were extremely arrogant for someone who had only cultivated to Heaven Meditator so far...

Calming his mind he sat in the Lotus position and began, his mental image once again appearing in his mental space – words which he'd only recently learnt from the system...

[Initiating Combat Procedure. Heavens Aid will gain cultivation by experiencing repeated life and death situations! You either survive or die! All body functions will go into a deep sleep as you fight, any external factors shall not affect you in this state! Now… CULTIVATE, KILL, CULTIVATE!]

The light voice of the system was instantly replaced with a savage bloodthirsty anger, boiling the blood in his own body Jacob found himself on a battlefield, hundreds of thousands of soldiers dying – explosive power from the other cultivators around him before…

"Oh f*ck" A sword pierced his heart...