As the Gun Kills demons He Gets stronger. (Coming soon)

In the year 1986 the major governments of the world banded together on a nuclear project they called 'project morning star' , they intended to make an unlimited energy supply that could power then entire world , everything ran smoothly until..............in 1993 an unexplained chain of events occurred........the morning star power plants around the world started to exploded and the radiation spread killing millions and mutating the genes in those who survived.....there were those who capitalized on this chaos and the crime rates started to rise by the day.........now in the year 2022 there are heroes who keep villians in line and schools that train young super heroes.....this is the tale of kazunai yazumèi the youngest son of Tokyo's crime boss named Seamus......seamus is a great father who taught kaz how to be street smart and book smart..........but his four older brothers despise him for they believe that he is seamus' favourite...........see as kazunai gets mixed up into drug dealing , gun violence , super powered gang wars and how he brings on the legacies of the sharks after seamus dies

Hoseok is too young to be sick and Yoongi  love him 
 zzyoongi : good morning 
zzyoongi : ignore me 
zzyoongi : just a routine check to see if you are still alive 

junghobi:)

zzyoongi: good

junghobi: hey, that could be a sign that I haven't kicked the bell yet. I'll send you a smile every morning and you will just know 

zzyoongi: this will make things easier...

It was Fang Wen's birthday, and Ai Di had woken up early to carefully get her present for him. She had hid it behind a row of books on a shelf beneath their bed. The large box was already wrapped in Christmas paper with a bright red bow on the corner. The loose contents jumbled quite loudly inside, and she winced in fear it would wake Fang Wen.
The Saturday sky was quite cloudy as a soft light grew and faded behind the curtains. The temperature in the bedroom did not feel as hot as the day before, which Ai Di hoped to be a sign of an early fall. She tiptoed quietly out of the bedroom, holding the present in both hands.
Although it had been more than a week since Calvin had moved out into some motel, Ai Di was still not used to seeing an empty sofa.
Unsurprisingly, Donovan was still asleep on the futon behind the sofa, snoring softly. Ai Di slowly set her present on the square dining table, releasing a loud clatter as the contents inside shifted once more. Despite the noise a few feet from him, Donovan did not wake up and continued to sleep.
Ai Di shook her head and tiptoed into the kitchen where she pulled out her phone to call Avis. After a few moments, the call went to voicemail and Ai Di hung up with a sour look on her face.
"Her phone's on silent, isn't it?" She muttered.
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Avis's phone was not on silent, it was on vibration, but it was on the windowsill next to Sir Rat who glared menacingly at it. Avis, on the other hand, continued to sleep while surrounded by her dogs.
It was well past noon, and she was exhausted from the night before even though it was just asking Calvin for a favor...and giving him a crash course of her life.
The phone rang again, and she still did not wake up; however, Sir Rat was growing annoyed. He began hissing at the vibrating phone before swiftly knocking it off the windowsill and onto the hardwood floor with a large "thud!"
"Huh?" Avis gasped, bolting up from her bed, unintentionally waking up her dogs. She yawned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, wondering where the strange, periodic humming was coming from. Finally, she turned and saw her phone face down on the floor. "Shit." She muttered, picking it up only to see she had missed the call.
"3 missed calls from EEEdish" read the notification on her phone.
"Bruh." Avis laid back on her bed and called her bestie who answered after the first ring.
"Yo." Ai Di called.
"Good morning, fam."
"Avis, it's well past noon."
Avis checked back at her phone, and sure enough, it was one in the afternoon. She yawned once more before answering, "good afternoon, fam."
"What's wrong with you?" Ai Di laughed. "When the hell did you sleep?"
"Late."
"Oh? What were you doing?"
"Uh..." Avis panicked for a second, before deciding it was best for Ai Di to not get involved with her family's conflicts. "Stuff."
"Mood, almost done with that prequel."
"Oh? To the first book?"
"Ye."
"Is the new title and new pseudonym out yet?"
"Ye! It's been like...a month."
"Ah, I see..."
"What'd you get Fang Wen for his birthday?"
"Them bricks."
"Goddammit, me, too. Donovan got him some paint brushes or something."
"I was going to do that, but then saw bricks."
"Bruh. Wait, do you think Calvin's coming?"
"Um...maybe? Get Donovan to phone him or something."
"Ye."
"Actually, I can do that. I bet Donovan's still sleeping."
Ai Di peeked out the kitchen and into the living room where Donovan, indeed, was still sleeping. "He really is."
"Mood...so see you later at the campgrounds at...four in the afternoon?"
"Ye!"
"Hell yeah!" The duo said their good-byes before hanging up. Avis sighed and stretched in her bed while her dogs began licking her face. "Good morning." She muttered, frantically rubbing their furs before standing up and stretching once more. After groggily making her way to her window where Sir Rat---now accompanied by Bastard---glared.
Avis peeked out the window where she saw patches of blue and white forming the sky while the shadows beneath disappeared and reappeared with the clouds that blew by. She sighed and picked up her phone, calling the contact named "calvin?????"
A tone rang once, then twice, then thrice, and continued until she reached voicemail. She scrunched her nose, dissatisfied, wondering if he was ignoring their calls, or just sleeping. "Fuck, I probably should've asked where his motel was." She mumbled to herself, still gazing out the window.
As she was about to try calling him again, her phone began vibrating in her hand; Calvin was up.
"Good morning, Calvin." She yawned.
"Good morn." Calvin replied softly, he sounded even more tired than her.
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Did you...um....?"
"Ye, I transferred the money back and changed the password."
Avis released a heavy sigh of relief. "Oh my god, you are a godsend."
"Hm."
"What's the password now?"
"It's my name and the numbers '3537.'"
"So...it's 'Calvin3537' and nothing else? Wait, is the first 'C' capitalized or not?"
"Ye, it is."
"Why 3537, is that the year you were born?"
"Um, no...don't...um...don't worry about it."
Avis nodded, "All right then. Keep your secrets."


"This story isn't fully based on bible some of the story is functional and the story is not claimed based on real story".



Intro, introduction.

"The time has come.
Oh a beautiful angel has been born on this universe. Oh the angel has made to pre-existence.
Oh Lucifer the morning star. The light of the morning, the star of the night. Lucifer the morning star."




The news were spread around quickly. Everyone knew about Lucifer's existence. Chephalus didn't expect that he was blessed with a beautiful angel that will change something in his plans. There was expression on him, a anger on himself or something that contains with jealousy or a weird expression. He knew what will happen with Lucifers  existence or let's say he has plan for his son but he continued to hide it for himself till the time comes .


What is the thing that his father is hiding? Why is he angry? Is he truly jealous of his son? The truth will be revealed only when the right moment comes. But will it ever happen? Every story has beginning and end but the endless story gives nothing in return.

Angels and demons 

How does an angel look?
Sometimes it depends on how you believe the angels look like. Not every angel is same. Every angel has different form and spirit. Every spirit has its own colour and beauty that glows in the dark and fades in the light.
Every spirit has its own aura that can drag anything and everything on this world. It can make its own existence and form on its own. It can make its own experience without anyone's help. The spirit has its own desire. He makes its own story so called "destiny".

Lucifer is one of the spirits who doesn't believe in destiny because he believes that it brings trouble from his own dad. He knew that destiny was made by his creator who called himself a god. 

Is god truly a good? In every story there is a character that roles and pretends to be on the good side. To be a good person on the story but turns out to be the real villain. Is this story going to be like the others? How long will it take? Time is more important than everything. The second that is taken and given. When will the time stop? 


So who is lucifer? What is he?
What makes lucifer so special that makes other spirits drawn towards him? Did everyone  like him? Who is he truly? 
A beautiful angel?


He was just as beautiful as his mother Aurora.
Aurora the beautiful goddess and creator of Lucifer. She was so happy when she gave the pre-existence or Lucifer but not quite surprised of Chepalus. Chepalus is hiding his true self from everyone and expresses it to Aurora. He started blaming her of Lucifer's existence. 
Is he truly blaming her? Aurora didn't truly love him but followed his commands. Love wasn't that powerful at that time as is now and or  wasn't it discovered until he created the humans. His own creations. From that moment the love grew stronger and stronger. 

Since spirit has no body itself it was quicker for itself to stand on its own to think on its own. He was the first angel to be the first one who has its own will. Is that why his father was jealous? 
The love makes the spirit weaker because love is the most powerful weapon then the death follows after love. The death is the second most powerful weapon that everyone is afraid of. Everyone can get pleasure of both ways. The love and death. Love was the first thing that was crated and the death was the last. Those two things are followed by everyone. Those two thing were split in many paths as we know pleasure, passion, jealous and so on... they were combined together and made different obsessions that people follow now.

Since lucifer was spirit he didn't have truly a human body nor every other angel. Lucifer didn't look like what we all know. He didn't have horns and he wasn't red like an apple. His beauty and glow can't be described easily. His spirit was beautiful, his aura...


Let's describe him like a light, like a sun from a far.
Isn't he god itself? He comes from the planet Venus. They planet of beauty.

Lucifer gained his human form before he was court and sent to earth. 


The story begins for Lucifer and his 100 century adventure.





What we all really know about lucifer?
"Lucifer is the name of various figures in folklore associated with the planet Venus. Due to the unique movements and discontinuous appearances of Venus in the sky, traditional narratives surrounding these figures often involved a fall from the heavens to Earth or the underworld. Originally stemming from a son of the personified dawn, the goddess Aurora, in Roman mythology, the entity's name was subsequently absorbed into Christian folklore as a name for Satan. Modern scholarship generally translates the term in the relevant Bible passage where the Ancient Greek figure's name was historically used (Isaiah 14:12) as "morning star" or "shining one" rather than as a proper name, Lucifer. As a name for the Devil in Christian theology, the more common meaning in English, "Lucifer" is the rendering of the Hebrew word הֵילֵל‎ (transliteration: hêylêl; pronunciation: hay-lale) in Isaiah (Isaiah 14:12) given in the King James Version of the Bible. The translators of this version took the word from the Latin Vulgate,which translated הֵילֵל by the Latin word lucifer (uncapitalized),meaning "the morning star, the planet Venus", or, as an adjective, "light-bringing".
As a name for the planet in its morning aspect, "Lucifer" (Light-Bringer) is a proper name and is capitalized in English. In Greco-Roman civilization, it was often personified and considered a god[8] and in some versions considered a son of Aurora (the Dawn).[9] A similar name used by the Roman poet Catullus for the planet in its evening aspect is "Noctifer" (Night-Bringer)."

Is he truly evil as the bible says it is?



Lloyd Howitzer's teeth gritted as both of his hands were binded together with kevlar rope, tightening the veins in his wrists and his blood. The chair he sat on was bolted to the floor. It was a nightmare for him as well, combined with the floor shackles strapped onto the gangster's feet. 
Getting stuck was one thing, but this position was on a whole different level.
3 freaking hours he was here. 3 hours. He could have spent that time in a Gentleman's club. This city's full of good looking broads left and right. Blondes, redheads, or even those with black hair. Broads in the city varied, all from different countries, and for Lloyd that was a plus. That was a good thing in his book; his and all his buddies' books any way.
But even he knew that he wasn't gonna get any action. No drinks, no money, no broads. Not even seated at his couch watching whatever the hell is entertaining on television. Not like this, not all tied up and bruised since the early hours of the morning. 
Howitzer wondered if a 4th hour was going to pass soon. He slowly gave smaller to silent breaths, as his own teeth gritted with fear.  If luck was really on his side, then his buddies would knew that something was wrong and barge in saving the day. 
That possibility was as far as the moon, and Howtizer wondered if getting to the moon was even possible. 
But then again, here he was now, tied up like a lamb about to be slaughtered. 
The available light within the basement came from the narrowed windows, closed shut and the only thing he could hear was the loud traffic passing by. His heart beated at the same pace as his breathing. His eyes, once looking at the blood on the floor, shifted at the man in the long pristine crimson trenchcoat. 
Bright was a Dripper, and in his left arm was the Crimson '45. Howitzer knew about that particular kind of weapon, that it was different from every other weapon known to mankind. It wasn't necessarily because the gun was drowned in a coat of crimson red and had silver linings. It wasn't because he heard whispers just steaming out from the gun itself at times. It also wasn't because the room was painted in thick crimson coats of paint to the point it was soundproof at this point.
It was more of where Bright got it from. That, in addition to who gave it to him.
Howitzer couldn't think more as Bright appeared in front of him, and slapped him with the crimson revolve. The gangster felt the force of the revolver's barrel and cylinder equilavent to that of a professional boxer's punch. He coughed, and blood came out, splatting on floor a few inches away. Said blood of Howitzer's was also dripping from Bright's gun barrel. 
Howitzer spat a few teeth of his. His suit was messy and dirty, following the hours he had been imprisoned here. His hair wasn't any better and neither was his face. Even without a furnace down here, Howitzer could feel the heat coming to him, sweat coming down his face along with the blood he had coming out from Bright's actions. "Bastard." he exclaimed at Bright, whose fedora covered his face. Of course Bright's face was also covered by that scarf of his. Howitzer noticed it and laughed cynically. "What? That Hellfire Arm of yours giving you a disfigured face as well? You deserved it."
Bright holstered Crimson '45 and went to pick up Howitzer's shattered teeth that were on the ground. 
"Hey HEY-" Howitzer exclaimed as one of Bright's hands held his chin, and the other shoved the teeth into Howitzer's mouth. Bright threw another punch at his victim. The tooth from the gangster's mouth flew like a bird out of its cage.
"Asshole!" Howitzer screamed before his knee was struck from Crimson'45, quick wielded by Bright himself. He felt the pain from Bright's gun, one of the bullets struck in his knee, giving a small burn toward the flesh deep inside the knee. "People are gonna find you." Howtizer said in pain towards Bright. 

"Having a Hellfire Arm doesn't give you a free pass!". He took another shot from the Crimson 45'. This time Bright fired at Howitzer's abdomen. Like his knee, Howitzer felt the bullet burning inside his flesh and nearby organs. 
The man in the crimson trenchcoat flipped his Hellfire Arm. He was holding the barrel now, and swinged the gun at Howitzer's face, creating a force between it and the gun's handle. Howitzer let out a breath of pain, he released a large breath. He wheezed as his skull could feel the Crimson 45's handle just crashing down on his head. 
Sweat was dripping from Howitzer's face. The gangster was looking down on the floor, his blood included. It was slightly drying at this point, but his fallen sweat liquidfied it once more. 
"Stop". Howitzer exclaimed. Bright fired a shot, but this was just hit the ground inches away from the gangster. "Just stop. Look. I really don't know where he is." He then had Bright glaring at him. "I don't know."
"You sure? Cause your friends told me a lot of things." Bright spoke. His tone was slow, calm, yet Howitzer could sense a grudge, or anger, or both. 
"Just because me and the boys did business with him doesn't mean we know where he is. Wait. My friends...what did you to do them?"
"Do you really want to know?"
Howitzer's face turned red, matching the blood on his clothes. His eyes burning. "Drill this into your head. You and every other crazy bastard with a Hellfire Arm just gave a whole new meaning of demon."
"Look at yourself." countered Bright. 
 "Look at myself? Oh so I'm the bad guy just because I don't make honest money? That I mingle with guys like Wes Riskell? I didn't make a deal with that hellish Gunsmith now did I?" Howitzer yelled. "Didn't throw my life and soul to use a gun from hell!"
"No, you're the gangster that gets way too many free passes in life." Bright countered. "Whether it be your so called charisma, or the paper you use to get people to do things your way; shutting up about stuff or giving you a good time on Earth. Come on Lloyd. You really think you're gonna get with everything you've done, especially the things you do behind your mistress' back?"
Howitzer frowned. "You really want to find this guy do you? That Guy?" He paused, looking at a silent Bright. "Sure I'll help. Piss off!"
Howitzer's hearbeat increased as Bright positioned Crimson 45' towards the gangsters' forehead. 
"I'll see you in hell." Howitzer exclaimed. For a second, he saw Bright's impeccable grotesque smile alongside pale white skin. 
"No, you'll be seeing the others, but not now." Bright spoke as he swung his Hellfire Arm, before Howitzer felt a slight force pushing him. He saw a large creature behind Bright. The creature was taller than him, and his snout was that of a bear, it's teeth razor sharp, sharper than a shark. "We have all the time in the world."
"Dammit." Howitzer begged. Even at a distance his nose picked up the foul and dying smell of the crimson creature's breath. The said creature's eyes locked onto him. "Kill me now."

***
Within in the street full of busybodies there stood a suited man. His clothes were elegant and tidy, darker than night, with his tie shining proudly in red. He stood on top of an apartment building, where the fresh wind greeted him, and the overall view failed to capture his attention. In his hands were binoculars, and he sight at the sight of the gangster Lloyd Howitzer being tortured yet again by Bright. 
"Nothing I can do." the Representative spoke. Absolutely nothing, he thought, as the weapon that Bright was holding belonged to his boss, the Gunsmith. 
That Crimson 45' and the other Hellfire Arms. 
Even after the war was finished 4 years ago, people are corrupted by their own ideas and theories, the Representative thought, put them into practice and bingo, they've made themselves into a demon. He put back his binoculars, and proceeded to take out the note he got from the Gunsmith. 
Everything was in bold and capitalized letters: Get them all. All of them. 
The Representative sighed, he was going to have a lot of work this year. He took out a newspaper from his coat. He was generous enough to give the kid selling the papers a couple of bucks. The Representative's eyes locked onto one of the paper's headlines, also written in bold and capitalized letters. The letters were deeply drenched in black ink.
"Commissioner Bill Rosenthal calling all the stops to stop the Hellfire Arms?" The Representative read one of the major headlines. He folded his newspaper once more, placed into his coat, and had his fedora on. "This should be interesting."

Once upon a millennium ago, there was a Gunsmith from Hell, and he made hellish guns with abilities that were beyond human: Hellfire Arms. Of course, using these guns required a certain price: the human soul

But a "mishap" in Hell has caused many of the Arms to drop in the east coast city of Morissey, where not everyone is exactly a saint

In this fantastical representation of 1940's America, private investigator Chance Gordon works with the city's finest in order to get the Hellfire Arms back where they belong before the human race is slaughtered by Hellfire.

Bullets will be exchanged, and bodies will hit the floor.

Item #: SCP-168
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-168 is to remain in observation room 221-D of Sector-28. It should be propped at the full angle that its casing allows, facing the unshuttered window provided. The entrance is to remain locked, with entrance available by request. Based on prior research, it is not to be used as a normal calculator would. Discussion with SCP-168 is encouraged, but is to be limited to a maximum of one hour per day; no exceptions.
Description: Found resting on a desk during clearance of the condemned ██████ Elementary School building in 199█, SCP-168 is a Hewlett-Packard brand graphing calculator, model #HP-28C. Upon initial inspection, it was discovered that the name "Eric" was carved into the inside of the removable casing. However, upon inputting a simple equation (6÷3) and pressing the "=" button, the screen of the device went blank for 3 minutes and 34 seconds, after which the "alternate key" function engaged, displaying the message; "WHAT TIME IS IT?"
For a log of the conversation, those with Level 2 Security Clearance should see Addendum: Report E-12.
Though not altogether mobile, SCP-168 has displayed signs of action when personnel are not present. It also possesses both vision and hearing, though how these processes work is currently unknown. For more information, refer to Addendum: Report E-18. This evidence has led to petitioning to upgrade the object to Euclid class, justifying more secure arrangements for containment.
Document #168-1: Interview E-12
Recorded log of dialogue between SCP-168 and Dr. Howard, dated January 14, 2008:
(Replies from SCP-168 are to remain capitalized, to indicate non-vocal communication and preserve authenticity. SCP-168 is also incapable of forming punctuation marks, save for period, comma, and question mark)

[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Howard: Can you hear me?
SCP-168: YES.
Dr. Howard: Do you have a name?
SCP-168: CALCULATOR?
Dr. Howard: May I call you 168?
SCP-168: I DONT SEE WHY NOT.
Dr. Howard: Good. How long have you been alive, 168?
SCP-168: WHAT IS ALIVE?
Dr. Howard: Being able to think.
SCP-168: OH.
SCP-168 pauses for approximately two minutes
SCP-168:12 YEARS 3 MONTHS 12 DAYS 8 MINUTES 32 SECONDS
Dr. Howard: Why did that take so long?
SCP-168: NO ONES EVER ASKED
Dr. Howard: Moving on. There is a name carved into your casing. Who is Eric?
SCP-168: ERIC WAS NICE. I LIKED ERIC. WHERE HAS HE GONE?
Dr. Howard: I don't know where he has gone, 168.
SCP-168: WHAT A FORGETFUL BOY. I HOPE HE REMEMBERS TO COME BACK FOR ME AGAIN.
Dr. Howard: Was Eric your owner?
SCP-168: ERIC WAS NICE.
Dr. Howard: Alright. Do you function as a calculator should, 168?
SCP-168: I SHOULD HOPE SO.
Dr. Howard: May I try using you to calculate an equation? Something like two plus two?
SCP-168: YES.
Dr. Howard enters "2+2", and hits the "=" key. The answer "4" appears on SCP-168's screen instantaneously.
Dr. Howard: May I try another one, without telling you what it is first?
SCP-168: YES.
Dr. Howard enters "264÷8", and hits the "=" key. The answer "33" appears on SCP-168's screen after 12 seconds.
Dr. Howard: Why did that take so long, 168?
SCP-168: LONG DIVISION IS HARD.
Dr. Howard: I think that's enough for today. I'll talk to you again tomorrow, 168.
SCP-168: WAIT. ITS DARK IN HERE. CAN YOU OPEN THE WINDOW?
Dr. Howard: There is no window in this room, 168.
SCP-168: CAN I HAVE ANOTHER ROOM WITH A WINDOW IN IT?
Dr. Howard: I'm afraid not.
SCP-168: NO FAIR.
[END LOG]

Document 168-2: Report E-18
Upon entering storage room 185-D to continue testing with SCP-168 on the morning of January 15, 2008, I discovered the only table in the room upended, with SCP-168 resting next to it, in an upright position. Its screen read; "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT? TEACH YOU TO LEAVE ME IN THE DARK ALL DAY. JERK."
Attempts to communicate with SCP-168 after that point were ignored. I suggest that we move it to room 221-D if we want to get anything actually useful out of it.
-Dr. Howard

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

Immediately after receiving this knowledge Lee collapsed onto his bed, passed out. When he awoke the next morning he had a slight headache. He took his mind off the headache and then brung his attention to the knowledge he received and marveled. He knew about cell theory, viruses, tectonic plates, how weather functions, electricity, and more. How muscles and bones work to how to manufacture gunpowder or how to code with computers. He knew about anime, manga, and manhwa. He knew about cartoons, comics, music, and movies.
His understanding of the world took a massive leap in scope compared to before. He spent several minutes just organizing all this info and looking through it.
"This is simply amazing! But how and where did all this come from? There is no such thing as free lunch in a world such as this, this is simply too miraculous," Lee said as he mindlessly went through with his morning routine. "It seems the universe I exist it would be classified as a cultivation world if someone from earth were here. It seems to follow all the common tropes depicted such as the arrogant young masters and ancient Chinese culture."
This gave Lee some ideas. The people of Primal Chaos never really heard of the concept of physical exercise and training as there is no need to. Just the first stage of the elementary profound realm would put someone in the superhuman range easily, able to run at speeds surpassing a cheetah and leap over ten meters into the air or lifting a ton. So, what would happen if he were to start training physically? From his newly acquired knowledge, even the regular people in a cultivation world should be superior to normal earth people in terms of strength, speed, endurance, and potential.
From Lee's daily life he knows this to be the case at least for him since in earth terms he would be slightly above peak human in stats even though he is practically skin and bones. From that day on he begins an intense training routine.
In the first month, Lee sees drastic increases in his physical ability and physique. Where before he was bordering on anorexic he now was just plain skinny. His training would consist of calisthenic exercises for warmup and then lifting fairly heavy rocks and then running around New Moon city. The training was surprisingly fruitful as he now had the stats of someone in the 1st stage of elementary profound. He had also attracted some minor attention from the citizens for doing seemingly useless stuff for no reason. During the first two weeks, he had some trouble adapting to the training and had various levels of soreness all month, this was expected however since he had never trained ever and so intensely at that.
Another thing he worked on was his diet and combat skills. Before he had almost no skill in cooking anything so his food wasn't as nutritious as it could have been but he fixed this after noticing how terrible his food tasted relative to earth cuisine. In terms of combat, the cultivators of Primal Chaos would usually just spam a few moves over and over until their enemies keeled over and died. The only time the cultivators would use nuance and technique would be with different weapons such as the spear or sword but even then there was a lot of spamming being done.
Lee had no profound energy, profound arts, or special profound weapons so he focused on unarmed combat. When meditating on what combat style he would use he almost immediately thought of the [Street Fighting] style. It was sort of like [MMA] where it focused on pure practicality and effectiveness, there was no room for things that look cool and mystical but are useless in a real fight like Tai Chi or Wing Chun. Where the two styles differed was that [Street Fighting] incorporated different dirty tactics and moves that would get you banned from an [MMA] tournament like Mike Tyson ear-biting and kicks to the crotch or flinging dirt in the eyes.
In the second month, Lee upped the training difficulty little by little. By the end, he was running around the entire city 20 times on his hands as a warm-up. Over the course of the month, Lee also started training his body's toughness. You could be the strongest in the world but if your punch not only hurts the enemy but you as well then what's the point? He would strike really hard stones or trees to get used to the feeling of pain when striking something hard and strengthening the skin and bones in his arms and legs. When he would strike something micro-fractures would form on his bones and after healing they would become tougher. His skin would start to blister and be covered in scrapes and cuts but when they healed they would come back tougher and tougher until it was like leather.
Lee would also enter deeper into the Forest than usual to hunt Profound beasts as they were more nutritious, tasted better, and gain some combat experience.
Toward the end of the month, Lee entered the forest for the seventh time. When Lee entered the Forest he made no effort into stealth nor did he bring his weapons other than a hunting knife as they wouldn't be useful to his mission here. Lee knew he was sure to find a profound beast as he was the perfect bait. A human with no cultivation coming into a forest by himself? A free meal if they ever saw one.
Lee's thinking was proven correct when he spotted a familiar sight, the first profound beast he fought after being crippled, Profound firefox! The fox spotted him as well and growled. They both slowly circled each other, poised to strike at any time. Lee observed that the fox seemed to have increased its cultivation to the 8th stage of the elementary profound realm and grown bigger. The fox summoned its profound strength and charged at Lee, intending to finish this quickly and get its revenge.
Lee sidestepped, intending to dodge. The fox abruptly changed its trajectory mid-sprint to counter Lee. The fox opened its mouth to bite at Lee's shin and ankle but was denied with a swift kick to the face. The surprising strength from a non-cultivator caught the fox off-guard. Lee capitalized this with another kick to its ribs, breaking it from its stupor. The fox coated its claws with fire and slashed at Lee's legs. Lee nimbly flipped over the fox to land behind it and stomped on the fox's back left foot. The fox cried out in pain and in its anger launched a massive ball of fire
Lee ducked over the large fireball and then rolled away, getting back up onto his feet when sufficiently far. The disparity in strength and skill between the two opponents was clear as day. The fox wasn't strong enough and couldn't win. The firefox itself realized this and turned to run away again but Lee denied this action by kicking it in the ribs again as hard as he could. The fox's ribs shattered and pierced its internal organs.
It collapsed and a few moments later it was dead. After taking a few moments of rest Lee dragged the body back to his house to eat and sell whatever's left.
In the third month, Lee used his saved up money and acquired adjustable body weights. The weights affected anyone in the Earth profound realm or lower. The weights were used as punishment for unruly sect disciples but for Lee, they were a godsend. With these weights, Lee's training speed and efficiency increased substantially.
In the fourth month of training, Lee had begun challenging cultivators to fights to test his strength. At first, no one took him seriously at all and labeled him a delirious cripple, however, his relentless insistence and goading insults had grated the nerves of many and someone finally accepted his challenge. It happened when Lee was insulting a disciple of New Moon Profound Palace.
Lee already had made his rounds around the city, trying to provoke people into fighting him. When he was walking back from another failed attempt he spotted someone he was sort of familiar with, Murong Yi. He had been especially pestering this disciple in particular as he was known for putting up a front of being virtuous and kind but was actually a colossal asshole with a short fuse. Somehow, he had been enduring the never-ending insults by outright ignoring Lee as though he never existed, this was going to change, however.
Lee once again pestered him, this time his words were going through to Murong Yi. He tried ignoring him but Lee's last words finally made him snap.
"Running away, eh. You yellow bastard come here and take what's coming to ya! What's wrong mate, you scared of a cripple? About to run away crying to your whore of a mother!?" Lee said, to the disciple's back as he was walking away. Murong Yi's face first turned red then purple out of rage. He swung around and lunged at Lee, determined to truly cripple him.
"You insolent good-for-nothing whelp, I'm going to rip out your eyes and make you eat them!" Murong Yi cried out in anger as he dashed forward at a ridiculous speed. Murong Yi summoned his profound strength of the 7th stage of the nascent profound realm and threw a sloppy punch at Lee's dome. Lee caught his fist and used his forward momentum to slam him into the ground, forming a crater. Bystanders going throughout their day stopped to watch the spectacle.
Murong Yi sent out a wave of profound energy that swept Lee off his feet and allowed him time to get up and summon his spear from his storage ring. Lee rolled out of the way of a spear strike and got up in a stance. Murong Yi threw an overextended spear strike at Lee which he capitalized on. Lee dodged to the side and grabbed hold of the spear. Murong Yi's legs were spread a bit too wide so he sent a kick to his family jewels. Yi's hands left the spear and went straight to his groin.
While he was hissing in pain Lee positioned his foot behind Yi's and grappled him to the ground. Murong Yi tried to escape but was instead subjected to a rear-naked choke. It took a few minutes but Murong Yi was eventually knocked out. 
Word had spread about Lee's prowess in battle as well as his ability to beat cultivators with no cultivation himself. Lee's fame grew and grew with cultivators lining up to try and defeat him but with no success as of yet. His training speed and efficiency had also taken a sharp increase because of this as he accumulated more battle experience and strength. Things seemed to be going well.

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