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The Gutu Empire, a behemoth that stretched across the majority of the Western Continent, dominated all in its path. The Gutu themselves were a race of mighty beings, capable to destroying mountains and splitting oceans with a wave of their hands. A billionaire prodigy from Earth dies in his sleep and wakes up in the body of a child in a Gutu village. He quickly adjusts and slowly begins to formulate a plan to do what he had once done before. Take over the world! This time, not with money, nor with intellect, but pure might! In a world where demons, strange creatures, mages, vampires and all sorts of insanities run amok, Takunda keeps a calm mind, as his vision sees nothing but the top he desires! Watch the legend that swept the Western Continent of its feet, the story of the ultimate cultivator: The Smoke That Thunders! ____________ Will have at least 2000 chapters! At least 5 chapters a week! Any and all support isd welcome! Here is the other book Solitary Sword Sovereign in this multiverse with 70+ chapters https://creativenovels.com/novel/solitary-sword-sovereign/ https://www.patreon.com/theonionjunktion
Every village in the Gutu Empire had an orphanage... or at least one orphan.
The Gumbo village, though tiny and on the outskirts of the empire, was no exception. It was perhaps due to the Gutu people's warring way of life or to the volatile times which encouraged such a lifestyle... This is what caused so many children to lose their parents.
That being the case, however, the orphans' formative years were spent being fostered by villages so closely knit and caring. Thus it was only natural for the gossip mongers to peddle their stories about Taku and his strange behaviour, one could be sure that it was not prejudice towards his orphan status.
The villagers just found it slightly odd to see him react in amazement to the most mundane everyday events...
Just the other day he had betrayed his surprise at seeing one of the village women breaking the bones of an antelope with her bare hands as she prepared the beast for eating. He would linger just a little too long watching warriors grinding large stones between their fingers, and watch in fascination every time someone jumped from one end of the village to the other, which was often.
The astonishment on his face every time one of his peers returned to the village with a baby elephant slung over the shoulder was enough to raise suspicions. It was puzzling to the villagers why an eight-year-old who had grown up in this environment was suddenly looking at it as if it were foreign.
It would be a pity for Taku's behaviour to intensify, as the village had little patience for those who lost their minds, preferring instead to release such people from their torment through death... Taku had become aware of this, and did his best to curb the fear, awe and wonder he felt at every turn.
Moreover, it did not seem wise to him to disclose the reasons for the change in his behavior to his village, though they were family to him.
The Gutu people were believers in reincarnation, believing that death would not be a shackle to great warriors, who would instead live on and mark their paths once more in this world or another. Even the Gutu people would probably attribute Taku's 'dreams' to a form of madness if he was to explain honestly.
The dreams he had were weird vivid – dreams of the strangest world for which he did not have adequate vocabulary to describe.
These dreams, over the year during which he had been having them, had evolved into stronger and stronger memories... so much so that rather than getting used to the marvels he was now seeing daily, Taku had grown more bewildered by them. He began to identify more and more with these memories... His viewpoint began to mirror that of the twenty-first-century man from Earth he was in his 'dreams'.
The magnitude of the change Taku was experiencing was not immediately apparent to the villagers. For one thing, as soon as he began embracing it, Taku did his best not to advertise the change. In addition, while the village took care of Taku, he was still an orphan...
Although they looked after him collectively, no one individually took it upon themselves to keep a close eye on him. It also helped that, in these unstable times, everyone always had one eye focused on the next battle and tomorrow's survival.
Taku, therefore, could explore his 'previous life' relatively undisturbed.
What a fascinating life it was!
He had been a programming prodigy at a young age, creating many 'artificial intelligence' beings, capable of independent thought by the time he was twenty.
He was a billionaire soon after, a thought leader and a captain of modern society. He was cementing his legacy, perfecting the last touches to his conquest, and preparing for the boredom that came with conquering the world, but that's when he died.
He didn't quite remember the details of his death, but he remembered just how many enemies he had, and he knew that he had somehow been tricked!
It was easy for him to conclude that the people who craved his skill and his inventions had finally got to him.
They could not exert control over him, and, given his influence and stature, instead of just 'not being useful', he was an inconvenience to his enemies!
This was Taku's deduction, but little did he know how wrong he was...
Thus, his peaceful life on Earth ended in an abrupt manner. Tossed from the top of one world to the bottom of another. Thrust from the life of a rich man wearing fashion crafted by the finest tailor to being an orphan child who wore hides that were poorly stitched with common threads.
He didn't mind his current circumstances though. The more he thought about it, the happier he was with this particular outcome.
When the 'dreams' first began, he would spiral into that abyss of mixed-up memories every night, driven to the brink of insanity. Yet as the memories had taken over his consciousness, he had embraced this fate, knowing that on Earth he had achieved everything he wanted. He had been revered by the masses, seemingly holding an entire civilization in the palm of his hand.
When enemies attacked the Gutu village on that afternoon, Taku was once again daydreaming about the life that had been and the life that now was. As warnings of the attack rang throughout the village, mothers hurriedly tried to scramble their children into the safety of their huts, and warriors wielded their weapons, ready for battle. Warriors leapt the length of the village, moving to meet their opponents. The sounds of clashing spears and bellowed war cries soon filled the air.
Every person left in the village wore the same intense expression because in the Gutu empire villages came and went as often as a baby's cries. Yet there was one person who was happy and smiling. Despite the turmoil unfolding, and the imminent threat from the ongoing battle, Taku was consumed by the invigorating thought that this was the chance he wanted and needed: A chance to take over the world again!
