[Realm of Contact]

A young Federick shuffled down a long corridor. There was no attempt to hide his displeasure on his face.

He was on his way to his room after a lengthy study of rhetoric and history. Yes, his actions showed the signs of a casual childish tantrum.

This was especially obvious to people hanging around the same establishment. He from his earliest childhood was characterized by a bold personality and labeled as 'wild'.

People with whom he shared establishment and had even established relationships avoided him in this state, not because he maintained an irritating or exploitable personality, but because of his reactions full of weirdness described only by drunken troubadours.

Some even feared that he would piss on their shoes...

This fact was recognized by Federick, so at this moment, he took advantage of this particularity to deceive them. His intention with this action was not to attract uninvited guests to his room.

He had already made up his mind to learn in greater depth the elements entrusted to him by his Father. Especially the sealed leather scroll, because it was exquisite, stealing all his attention: Touching the ancient leather bristled his skin, produced ripples within his, and even, drove his intuition wild. The materials used to seal the end to end were of a hand-carved greenish mineral, which sent shivers down his soul.

It was some kind of treasure. He had a guilty pleasure with the action of accumulating objects of great value...

Finally, he entered his room. Along the way, he didn't show any suspicious attitude... Which was a really rare thing for the servants and maids of the establishment.

He went in search of the items, except for the underwear, piling them on his bed, but offered special delicacy to the parchment, which he took in his hands as if it were his offspring.

If Amagatzu saw this scene, he would find it funny; it was ironic because they were all treasures... And even for some, so were women's underwear.

He had decided to check first the simplest to proceed with the most complex. Therefore, he first decided to scan the drink with his skill.

[Spirit wine of the seven fiery points: A wine with an extremely intoxicating capacity. It can be considered both a medicinal and spiritual elixir, being a strong liquor that also contains energy in abundance.

The most valuable elements of which it is composed are grown in areas of tremendous degrees of warmth.

Reminder 1: Do not drink it or you will be nicknamed Youngsaki.

Reminder 2: Don't drink it or your ass will burn to death from anal burn].

Federick, faced with this information, had been astonished for two reasons: The language used by the so-called system and the fact, that his Father had handed him this dangerous object under irresponsible hands.

"What the hell? System, finally you were a parasitic entity?".

[What happened, Master? I thought we had entered into trust... Cof cof cof... As I explained earlier, we are the same being; Your ass is my ass, is it a sin to be concerned about the welfare of my ass]?

"You're right about that," Federick replied with conviction.

He quickly forgot his inappropriate vocabulary and concentrated on another point: The purpose of why he handed him this potentially deadly drink. He thought slightly about trying to find out under his suspicions, and unbelievably a system announcement appeared.

[Impossible to guess. Insufficient energy.]

"Mmm... I recognize that you have knowledge about my thoughts, but if it was like one, why did you try to trigger a guess?" Federick asked suspiciously.

[...]

[Lord, I am your natural and innate ability. Naturally, you can trigger me by simply wishing for it]

"..."

He finally moved on to the second element of his interests, which looked like a board game very similar to chess.

[Chaotic board: ???]

Faced with the unsuccessful outcome, Federick immediately began to feel weak. He could not maintain his position on the bed and quickly fell unconscious on the bed.

It had been a few hours before Federick finally got up. The dusk outside was as clear as the moon's reflection on the lakes.

What puzzled him was the fact that although he had not eaten dinner, no one had interrupted his sleep or his room. This worked as a great relief to him, after all on his bed was an alcoholic beverage and close to it, women's underwear...

Although he had passed out, he felt energized. Motivated by this fact, he decided to continue his adventure; Moving his Father's presents to other places, except for the scroll, he sat on the bed again.

Taking a long sigh, he tried to open the seals of the scroll... Attempts that met with failure, until he decided to treat it like a pickle jar.

When he opened the seals, a strange gaseous element came out from inside it as if it were a cryopreservation effect.

But its contents were something that perplexed him, as he did not understand a word. It was written in symbols, similar to oriental characters from his past life.

But immediately an unknown energy began to circulate in his chest. It is like tiny strands spread to his head, giving him a painful headache.

Under these effects, Federick fiercely tore off his upper garment to observe the root cause, where he saw how a strange seal was placed on his left breast, which circulated tirelessly on its axis.

But this lasted only a few seconds, presumably no more. When he stopped gritting his teeth, he opened his eyes again. He noticed the peculiarity that he now understood the symbolic characters.

I didn't even need to make a mental guess as to the origin of the seal, because it was obvious: His Father.

"System, quickly perform a check on my body. Try to find anomalies similar to that thing." Federick asked urgently.

[My lord, in addition to the seal that has just come into operation, I have discovered another similar one. Its purposes are relatively positive: It has a superior effect in battling poisons or the like. And it can spiral absorb one's energy; Commonly it would be considered negative or dangerous, but considering your situation with the wine...]

Federick had finally discovered his father's confidence. But to his dismay, he had never seen any indication of these facts; He had to reevaluate the extent of his Father's power and ability...

"That old man's shamelessness shines in a sea of stars. Violating the privacy of a young man..."

[Right, absolutely right... It's my ass too!]

"..."

"If you ever mention anything similar again, I'll skin you and hand you over to the dead spirits. They would appreciate a sickly spirit like you." Federick commented as he read the contents of the scroll.

[Yes, Lord. I'm sorry.]

Even if he understood the characters, among the old and crumpled material, it was hard to differentiate the contents.

"Realm of Contact: so christened in antiquity, it forms part of the first realm of cultivation of the mortal journey.

The beginning and the end, do not differ like the tail and the head of a dragon; The two maintain the same feeling of awesomeness, so it must be approached with the same spirit of respect."

These records had eliminated any possibility of doubt about reincarnating in a Xianxia world. In them, the main orthodox current was "Cultivation," longevity cultivation.

"It is the first contact of One's natural divine Spirit with the Heavens. A test of aptitude; If your destiny is that of a hero, king, emperor, sage, or immortal, it will naturally be realized successfully, otherwise you will proceed on the path of a mortal, servant, or slave of the higher force."

The next part of the text revealed a great deal to Federick about the cultivator's perspective on weakness and strength. It likewise made clear the involvement of natural forces in one's life, according to his philosophy.

"Method: relax your muscles, blood, and breath. Sit upright without placing any external object as a base, except for a hard surface. With slow breaths, relax your thoughts and state of mind."

In the room, on the cold surface of the floor, Federick sat in an upright position. His chest was rising and falling, slowly and in prolonged periods.

"Guide your imagination...above a vast sea of stars, located on the cusp of galaxies, an eternal, impermeable, infinite figure is positioned firmly above most heavens."

Federick's physical body began to have slight spasms. He had left the solitude of his room, positioning himself above innumerable stars with an incorporeal figure. He had experienced this state before, during the ancestral test.

"Guide a positive ideation: "I am eternal, I am infinite, I have no beginning and no end, I am immortal".... In an attempt to resonate with your most primordial figure. Finally, maintain the state until you receive the results of your fitness."

Federick did not need to follow that step, because he had connected directly with his divine Spirit. This had been intuitively made known to him.

Minutes passed and nothing happened. The minutes turned into dozens, but Federick persisted. His thoughts were serene and the silence was audible.

Hours probably slipped away, but this did not alter Federick's mood at all. Finally, a large eye ripped through the surrounding space, positioning itself even higher than his incorporeal figure.

The single eye was unidimensional, strange, and ethereal. A halo of celestial mystery hovered over it, pure white, containing indistinguishable colors.

Like the extinguishing of a strand of hair under fire, in a moment it vanished. Federick returned to normal, no longer in starry space.

In a meditative position, he received and consumed the energy between heaven and earth.

He had proven his aptitude under the Heavens.