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Cultivation Notes of a True Immortal

Everyone wants to be Immortal. But when one actually achieves that goal, everyone asks themselves the same question: 'What do I do now?' Some have an answer in the beginning, and some don't. Eventually, those who hit the ground running, slow to a standstill. Those who started slow, eventually soar freely among the heavens. However, both types will come to a standstill many more times than once throughout their existence. I, myself, contemplated for a while about my next venture. Ultimately, I wanted to write my memoirs and give my fellow immortals something to keep them entertained. As I thought of the past, I came up with the idea to write my cultivation notes. Real cultivation notes. Not on a single sword art or martial skill. Not about some Dao or occupation. My name is Orym Vamoria. Orym in the Elvish tongue means 'Ten Thousand Skills.' I'm going to write about how I've mastered them all. During my first life, a great martial artist had a saying: "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times." Tell me, do you think he would fear a man who practiced ten thousand skills more than ten thousand times? Haa, I wonder... Anyways, the journey began long before I was born on the Chaos Serpent Planet. My journey started on a planet destroyed eons ago --Earth. Pay attention because even the smallest life detail can affect your cultivation. Written in First Person Omniscient: A rare form of the first person is the first person omniscient, in which the narrator is a character in the story, but also knows the thoughts and feelings of all the other characters. It can seem like third-person omniscient at times.

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Chapter X: Inscription Palace

Alchemist Firm, Ashenlin City

"Y-yes, sir." The young receptionist stuttered as he spoke to the towering Proctor Drake.

The Proctor's frown suddenly eased, and he sighed aloud. He knew that the Profane Pavilion of Vamoria and the Screaming Fire Eagle Mercenary group were not registered in Ashenlin City. Businesses and Mercenary groups were public records, and those were two names he had never seen or heard of before. 

Proctor Drake also decided that he didn't want to send my badge by a carrier. There was no reason to further fuss as he believed that he would see me soon.

"When that boy returns to get his badge, you treat him as if he was me. Then you call for my siblings or me," said Proctor Drake. 

The lobby was flabbergasted, and they wondered what the hell I did to be so valued by Proctor Drake. Suddenly, the mystery of Orym Vamoria expanded tenfold. Proctor Drake sighed as he walked away to return to the exam room.