King Of Gods: RIME

In the morning of Sun Feather City, someone was awake in the Zhao Clan. He was trying his hand at making a story.

"What is a plot?" The boy asked out loud.

The young man was around twelve years old with a slim body and a feminine face. His eyes were clear and bright and his whole physique showed a motivated young man with great ambition.

The thing is though, he was the exact opposite of that. He spent most of his time lazing around and thinking about cool ideas to write about. That would be fine in a society that valued creativity and artistic expression. But the thing is, he was in a "eat or be eaten" type of world. A world where power is supreme! No one cares about your stories if you aren't strong enough to force people to like it.

[Plot: A plan made in secret by a group of people to do something illegal or harmful.]

"No! That gives me a good idea for a story but it's not the definition I was looking for!" The boy whined.

[Plot: The main events of a play, novel, movie, or similar work, devised and presented by the writer as an interrelated sequence.]

"That's the one I was looking for." The boy sighed as he rolled around on the floor.

'So my plot has to be good. Well no it doesn't. I don't have a lot of competition here in the great fan universe, to begin with. But the story has to appeal to the audience of this world.' The boy thought to himself.

Yes, the boy knows where he is. He was actually reincarnated a couple of days ago and using his status as the grandchild of an elder, he was able to go to the libraries and find out about the world. After looking at everything including the clan's history, he was able to narrow down the place he could be in. He was in the Zhao Clan's Sun Feather City in the fictional eastern story King of Gods.

After he found out about where he was, the first thing he did was to go back home and try to make a story. His reason to not approach Zhao Feng was that he might have not gotten the Ancient Ancestor God Eye. If he met him too early, the whole story might change and he wouldn't get the God Eye.

[Host needs to cultivate.] A robotic voice announced.

"Oh, shut up! Cultivate this, get stronger that. I just want to write a good story and you keep interrupting me with all of this nonsense!" The boy yelled.

"BE QUIET ZHAO BING! SOME OF US HAVE BEEN CULTIVATING ALL DAY, NOT WASTING OUR TIME TALKING TO IMAGINARY PEOPLE!" A sect disciple yelled.

All though Zhao Bing was the grandchild of an elder, the disciples have never shown him any respect. He was too weak for that. Even when the elder saw them disrespecting Zhao Bing, he didn't do anything to stop them. He thought that it would toughen him up and motivate him to cultivate.

This motivated the disciples to keep treating Zhao Bing that way.

"Fine! I'll go to the practice yards!" Zhao Bing announced.

"Yeah, no one cares!" Another disciple said as he turned over in his bed.

"The most interesting part of this world is the superpowers but I haven't seen anyone do things like that yet! Sure their super strong but..." Zhao Bing complained as he entered the practice yard.

"Hah! Hah!" someone puffed as they dished out punches. It wasn't random hits either, it was a martial art technique. Methodically made to use the most of a person's body. Engineered by the greats not only for self-defense, but to end a life.

Zhao Bing looked as the person kept punching. The martial skill that the person used was only a core skill that anyone could learn. But it has been polished greatly that it almost looked like a new technique.

'I could write a book that shows why quality is better than quantity!' He thought as he watched the youth practice.

He watched the boy punch out a bit more before deciding against it.

'No matter how concrete my evidence is, if I don't have the power to back it up, no one will care!' Zhao Bing thought as he shook his head.

"I have been staying at the first rank of the Martial Path for a long time. However, to break through to the second rank, I still need some time." the boy said as he took a break.

'Rank? What rank am I in?' the Zhao Bing though.

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[Profile]

[Name: Zhao Bing]

[Cultivation: 2nd Rank of the Martial Path]

[Bloodline: Ice Deep]

[Inventory: Moonglade]

[Skill: «Eagle Eye» «Absolute Ice» «Extreme Resistance»]

[Points: 10]

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'Profile? So I'm rank two in the martial path? That means I can beat the sh*t out of him right?'

[Creating simulations....8% chance of winning]

'What? You're telling me I can't beat him? I'm a higher rank!' the boy complained

[Analysing fights... You may have a better body, bloodline, and rank, he has skills. In the five days in this world, you have yet to waste an ounce of energy to cultivate or learn skills. The best you can do is try a sneak attack which only gives you an 8% chance of winning.]

While Zhao Bing was in his thoughts, the boy who was practicing finally noticed him.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Asked the boy.

Zhao Bing finally was snapped out of his thoughts and addressed the boy who seemed older than him.

"Oh, I was taking a nice stroll thinking of a good story to write about. Sadly this place doesn't give me any inspiration." The boy sighed as he looked to the sky.

Instantly the boy's face twitched and he went back to his training.

Seeing this, Zhao Bing just sat down and watched as the boy practiced his skills.

Around ten minutes later the boy talked.

"You know instead of watching me, you could also be training." the boy informed.

Zhao Bing just sighed and said, "I could. But I don't see any reason to cultivate and train my body."

The boy became quiet all of a sudden and looked like he was thinking.

After a long pause, the boy spoke.

"You like writing right?"

"Yeah." Zhao Bing answered

"And you need inspiration?" The boy asked again.

"Yeah." Zhao Bing answered.

"Cultivating is breaking the gap between mankind and nature. The deeper you are in cultivation, the more related you are to nature. Nature is the idea of everything that ever existed. The closer you are to nature, the closer you are to ideas. So inspiration becomes easily obtained when one is near a lot of ideas." The boy reasoned

This explanation made sense to Zhao Bing and energy filled his body.

"Thanks, man, I'll see you around!" Zhao Bing yelled as he ran to the local library.

The boy sighed and mumbled something under his breath. "Thank heavens he's gone. Now I can practice even harder."