Chapter One

"Shit..." With a mutter, a man stranded alone on a hill slowly opens his eyes.

"Fuck." He cursed, as the sunlight almost blinded him. Groaning, the man slowly stood up, and looked around his surroundings.

'Where the hell...?'

He was currently on a rather small hill, and down below, were rather weird things that he has never seen. There was a large, block rock ground, probably a road, he thought. But what were the things on the road that were moving?

Lumps of iron and metal, on four things that looked like wheels were somehow moving on this road, but he has never stuff like that. He can even see people inside of it, although most of them have given him a weird look, as if they were disgusted.

The closest he can recall were wagons, using horses to move, but those were used by normal citizens, and were way slower than this.

They weren't close to the speed of a normal arrow, but they were still fast, which was impressive. He thought that these people have to be high-ranked Martial artists, but that didn't make sense after he thought about it for a moment.

One, why would any high-ranking martial artist use this, when they can go hundreds of times faster by simply running?

And two, he wasn't sure if they were martial artists, because this place was nothing like his hometown, at all.

The man thought to himself, as he gazed at the large amount of metal in the distant. It was a forest, a forest of metal and iron, and weird, glowing things that float in the air. They were buildings, he thought, at least that was the most logical conclusion he could come up with.

Regardless, he put aside everything, and decided to think on how he even ended up here.

'I was fighting... someone, an old man, and there was some kind of sword in my hand. I... think I cut off his head, before a bright light came from the old man, and all the people behind him, and now, I'm here.'

The more he thought about it, the more problems arouse. An old man? He was sure he knows that old man's name, but he can't seem to recall it. Matter of fact, he can't seem to recall most of his memories, only tiny bits here and there, like his name, where he was born, some fights, and some of his martial arts, but even those were blurry. But what unsettled him the most, was that he called the sword he was handling in his memory 'Some kind of a sword'.

He was sure he had given it in a name, and even in his teens, he still had the sword, yet how could he forget even its name?

"Fuck that old man." After a few minutes of thinking, the man simply blurted out.

With a tired sigh, he tried to move.

'Eh?'

The moment he tried to move, he felt a sharp pain over all of his body, as if a knife has through all parts of his body, and he felt odd, as well. He felt weak, and fragile.

Ignoring the pain as if it was an everyday thing, the man looked down at his body.

First, his hand looked like it was gripping a sword, but there was nothing. Despite nothing being there, he still felt as if he was holding a sword.

The power of imagination was truly terrifying.

And second, he looked fragile, as if he hasn't eaten in a hundred days, like a malnourished man. He clicked his tongue, slightly aggravated that all his muscles suddenly turned into this.

And thirdly, and most important part, was that he had no clothes on. His manhood all in the open for the world to see.

"... Was that why they looked at me like that?" Letting out another sigh, the man looked around for something to cover himself with. Hell, even if it is only for his manhood, that would be enough.

But what was there in this hill of dirt? There wasn't even grass on it.

'Do I seriously have to move around here all naked?' Agitated by the thought, the man rubbed his temples, and looked ahead at the road. 'Looks like I have no choice.'

As he slowly walked towards the road, he carefully examined his surroundings, and that forest of metal as well, probably a city, he thought.

Despite the extremely slippery slope of the hill, the man walked as if he was on a straight road, not even slipping once. This was the beauty of footwork, many martial artists learn this very early on. At an advanced level, martial artists sometimes fight on vertical walls of a mountain with no issue.

'Lower the center of gravity, toes pointing down, and slight Qi in the abdomen.' The man thought of the basics of the technique, before reaching the bottom of the hill.

There, he noticed something akin to a fence, or a barrier, made of metal. He tried to rip it out, but he wasn't able to.

'Damn it, did I really become that weak? Am I just as powerful as a normal human here? No, am I even weaker?'

Of course, with his malnourished appearance, most would think he'd be flown away with a simple gust of wind.

But appearances can be deceiving. In his world, there were many people who looked like a skeleton due to their malnourished body, but they can easily vaporize a human being with a slight touch.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case here. His body really did get massively weaker.

The man then grabbed a small rock from the ground, and jumped over the road barriers, and stood in front of the road. Countless sounds and shouts came from the cars, the previous sounded like a horn from those lump of metal on wheels, while the latter were from the people inside, insulting him.

Thankfully, due to his 'Automatic Language' technique, even foreign languages he never heard of can be easily learned by simply hearing it once.

The trick to this was his Qi goes into the one talking, mimics a portion of their Qi and sees their brain signals, and with it, any language is as easy as cake.

Of course, other techniques could just learn everything you have learned in a mere millisecond, but that required a hefty amount of Qi, one which he didn't currently have, and even then, there were many martial artists who have trained their body to forcefully reject anyone who tries to do that to them.

"Hmm..." The man hummed, "I wonder, how long will it take to get back my original strength?"

He said to himself, as he playfully threw the rock in his hand up and down, ignoring the shouts, and the looks they people gave him.

After a while of pondering, his instincts suddenly warned him, albeit weakly. Raising his eyebrows, he turned to the source of the danger.

There, from the cave, came a rather long lump of metal, colored black, with its windows black as well. Behind it, was a yellow-colored lump, slightly shorter in length, and behind that one by a small distance, was a much larger lump, and there were even people coming out of its roof, and seemingly doors. There was something on their hands, something... that caused the man's instincts to warn him through the roof.

It looked like a lump of metal, but with a barrel similar to a cannon. It was a ranged-weapon, the man thought.

As the yellow lump of metal reached the right side of the longer, black lump of metal, the other lump did the same.

From a simple glance, the man noticed the owners of the yellow lump were chatting, a woman, and a teenage boy. The woman seemed to be crying, he thought. Of course, none would be able to know she was crying from this distance, but thankfully, his senses were at least able to tell that much despite being weakened to an unfathomable degree.

The people pointing their barreled-metals were aiming it at the longer lump, ready to launch whatever was inside of it.

As his instincts continued to warn him, the man's face bore a small smile. With a swift flick, he threw the rock.

Despite being heavily weakened, with precision and technique, he maximized the strength of the flick.

Just as one of the people, a dark-skinned, fat man was about to attack, the rock hit at the perfect time, and the barreled lump shot at the wrong angle, releasing something- No, small metal objects, at an incredible speed. The sound was outrageously loud, and of course, the other lumps of metals were heavily alarmed, and began to move recklessly. The fat man heavily cursed out loud, and he, along with the people with the weapons, looked at the man's direction. They sent a deadly glare at the man, but the man did not care.

In fact, they thought they were hallucinating from the raging heat, because what they saw was this malnourished man, with his manhood all in the open...

Smiling like a wicked beast.