Chapter 2~ Initiation.

The little boy, after dusting himself off the accumulated filth sticking into his body, sat down in the lotus position and closed his eyes. He was not a stranger to the methods used in novels for the simple gathering of energy. However, despite getting the position correct, how was he supposed to grasp the concepts and understanding behind the laws of gathering spiritual energy? This was such a bother.

Yun che currently has yet to officially make his presence. He will probably take control of xiao che's body around tomorrow when the conciendal events of his death and his host occur rather simultaneously. Of course, he was not at a disadvantage as of now; since yun che's body is still that of a mere cripple. However, after his meeting jasmine and the dog shit luck that materialized as the sky poison pearl, they would not be in the same league anymore.

Azazel let out a sigh of exasperation, his phoenix eyes gazing at the beautiful moon for what is the 5th time this night. As a human being from earth and a novel fanatic at heart, his initial appearance in this world entailed understandable emotions such as excitement and jubilation. This was a world where he could drown in inexperienced feelings induced by the thrill of battle, interact with women who are a million times more beautiful than those back in earth.

The harsh reality was too much to handle. The world in against the gods prioritized strength above all, staying as a weakling will do him no good. If he knew that coming into a foreign world involved such a devastating outcome, he would rather stay back on earth with his billion dollars and freedom to do what he desires.

The youth oozed off an air of self deprecation, indulging in his harmful thoughts without any form of realization at the white light hovering above the clustered gathering of his white hair.

"That is quite a relatable state of mind you have there, boy"

A monotone voice suddenly reverberated around the vicinity, jolting the young boy away from his lingering thoughts.

"Who are you" asked azazel warily, despite knowing exactly what this scenario is.Finally!!!!! However he did not let these subtle emotions show.

"I'am the needle of catastrophe, a divine body that, since the dawn of time, never choose a user. Almost everyone were too ugly or were chosen rather quickly by the other divine bodies for me to stake my claim"

"Wait" responded azazel in clear confusion. "Too ugly?'

" I did not stutter, I did say too ugly. One needs to have a certain level of beauty in order to be chosen by yours truly, it is a basic requirement. It seems like you met that requirement, feel free to dance in joy. I'm giving you 5 seconds to do so."

Azazel's mouth hung open in what seemed to be an inability to respond to all of this. Since when could "divine bodies" even speak? Wouldn't it mean that the divine body of all the characters in against the god be able to formulate thoughts within their own jurisdiction?

The young boy decided to test the waters, despite clearly knowing what he is about to ask will be foolish to extremity. It is one of the perks of being a youth.

"I get it now. So where is my stat page and a list of my skills?"

If this so called divine body had a face, he could almost visualize the look of scorn that marred its countenance, however the silence that issued did an effective job in creating the same effects.

"Don't fck with me, little boy. Last time I checked I stated with clear emphasis that I Am a divine body, not a goddamn system. Do I need to repeat myself?"

Azazel chucked in nervousness, his hands fidgeting involuntarily " alright, alright. However I'm still very much confused. How was I transported to this foreign land? And since when could divine bodies talk? Also, please elaborate on the capabilities of these needle of catastrophe thing"

The small ball of light flickered in what could by hypothesized as clear annoyance, however it still decided to answer this foolish boy, albeit with much more of an edge on it's robotic like voice.

" divine bodies can't talk. I'm a spirit that grants people the divine body that I created. You were transported here simply because the world you were in was not a place where you can exercise the prowess that comes with the needle of catastrophe. Everyone in that weak plane are mortals, what is the point? Here on the other hand is a completely different case. As for your third question.. The needle of catastrophe is a an eye skill as it is a conjurence skill. The user of this ability will be able to create needles with the capability to do many things. Absorption, destruction, constriction, and even the uncanny ability to mold the needles into any constructions your imagination can come with."

The little ball stopped for a momentary second, letting all of this paramount information sink into the subconscious of its future host.

"Additionally, one can even teleport to the locations of these needles, it is a completely broken and overpowered ability. For starters, you can only get the ability to manipulate the needles to make creations and teleport to the location of your needles."

Azazel nodded in serene silence, his brain quickly processing this new found information. It would seem that the needle of catastrophe has many branches of abilities, he can only have 2 branches. The creation branch and teleportation branch, that makes much more sense.( I will create a diagram of this, don't worry.)

"However, little boy. Remember that your growth will not be as extravagant and elaborate as those given to you by systems. I prioritize foundation over idiotic, exponential growth that is a simple inflation of power without any understanding of what it is you are cultivating. After I lodge myself in your body, you will receive an immediate jump from a useless mortal to a cultivator at the nascent realm. From there, everything is up to you"

The ball of light shone dimly under the glaring moonlight, its small frame moving at unidentified speed as it entered azazel's brows and stored itself inside of of his daitian.

It felt a little painful at first, sort of resembling a concentration of ants nibbling slowly yet effectively at his spiritual vessel, however the feeling of uncomfortableness was slowly replaced by the sudden rush of power that took over his very being.

For what seemed like 5 hours, when the first rays of light shone from the luminous sun, when the animals began making sounds in attempt to symbolize a long awakening, the boy leaning on the tree within the small forest slowly opened his scarlet eyes. His entire body oozed with strength and vitality,a faint needle like arrow became subtly apparent on his forehead by the lights assaulting his circumambient.

Azazel slowly stood up from the floor, his eyes landing on the Xiao clan insignia that seemed to glare at him all the same. A devilish smile tugged the corners of his lips, It was time to set things in motion.