All According to Plan (Part 1) [Revised]

"That stupid f*cking balloon, the next time I see that thing I swear to (non-existent) God I'll pop that thing that motherf..." *Achoo*

So yeah, turns out the next step was sending me to Earth. Unfortunately for me, that idiot dumpling dropped me straight into the Ocean. The Arctic Ocean. Which is in the f*cking North Pole. Without any clothes. Seriously, if I didn't have such a strong body, I would have died right there and then.

After barely swimming out the ocean I managed to drag myself onto a nearby iceberg, where there just happened to be a polar bear. Yeah, a motherf*cking polar bear.

Suffice to say, I jumped straight back into the ocean. I mean, in my prime I wouldn't give a crap about some random ursus maritamus, but I was currently a mortal without an iota of cultivation, so if that thing decided to attack me...

Anyways, after jumping back into the ocean I passed out, though luckily a ship was passing by and saved me from freezing to death.

"So let me get this straight," the Captain of the Ship (called the S.S. Angel, for those of you who care) said in an exasperated tone, "you were sailing your boat, when suddenly a typhoon drove you off course and tossed you into the ocean? While also stripping you of your clothes? And you landed in the North Pole?"

What, it wasn't like I had a better excuse. I mean, how else do you explain your sudden appearance in the middle of the sea, in the North Pole no less? Thankfully this Captain seems to have some compassion, since she stopped asking questions after noticing my developing cold. That, or she's preoccupied with something else, seeing as how she glances at me pensively every once in a while.

Then again, it could also be that she finds me attractive. I mean, not to brag, but if I were to rate myself on a scale of 1 to 10 I would give myself an easy 10 billion.

Shoulder length dark brown hair, a healthy tan, and facial features blending the best of eastern and western aesthetics, and slim figure... yeah, I'd totally f*ck myself. But anyways, back to the main point.

"Alright, I'll stop with my questions for today, since you don't seem to be in the best condition. My ship is heading towards Alaska, so I'll drop you off there. Until then, you can use one of the spare rooms in the lower deck."

Such a kind lady, to think that she would give shelter to a poor sod without a penny to his name, and for free no less! Then again, she could be a smuggler or organ harvester or the like. But I always like to see the good in people, even if they usually betray my expectations and I have to kill them. But oh well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it!

Anyways, I spent a few minutes cursing out that idiot dumpling that threw me into the ocean, then focused on my number one priority: regaining my cultivation.

I first looked for any vestiges of my former Spirit Circle cultivation, and was rewarded with a grand total of nothing. Whatever, this was well within my expectations. The Fallen Angel Technique I used previously allowed me to temporarily quadruple my combat prowess, at the price of shattering my Second Class Slaughter Circle and essentially wasting my cultivation.

But then again, I wasn't particularly fond of my previous path of cultivation either. Way too many dark rituals and murders for my taste. Also, the path I took before runs diametrically opposed to my current goal, as I would need to kill close to 10 million mortals to regain even my Spirit Manifestation cultivation, since (as far as I know of) there are no real Ascendants in this realm.

Okay, enough rambling, lets take stock of my goals for a moment. First and foremost, I need to recover my cultivation, or at least reach the Hollow Core Stage within the 5 year period. Difficult, but not impossible considering my background.

Second, I need to obtain enough funds to finance my grand enterprise. This one should be rather simple, since I just need to rob someone who's loaded. Or a bank.

Third, I need to find information on my status as a transmigrator, and figure out whether or not others could have also reached Earth. These travelers could prove to be dangerous variables, and considering how my first transmigration was due to getting lost in a spatial overlay it's definitely not impossible.

Fourth, I need to conduct research on any pre-existing factions that exist on Earth. According to the Idiot Dumpling the strongest expert on Earth is still a mortal at most likely Peak Astral Aura, but it's still something to keep in mind.

Finally, I need to kill all Spirit Beasts that could pose a threat to humans, especially those with powerful bloodlines. This one should be the most difficult, since most of them have a leg up on me when it comes to cultivation, their years of accumulation making up for the deficiency of slow cultivation as a Spirit Beasts.

...This is going to be a f*cking pain.