"You have fought valiantly, child. Thank you for your body. Rest assured, i will conquer this world and all would tremble before us.

And no man nor beast shall not know of you, your name and origin." the little boy muttered and stood up from his downed posture.

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"Are you up yet?" the ugly voice came again. It was of a woman and she was, it appeared, this original soul's aunt.

"I'm going out." the boy answered. The two were still separated by a wooden door. One child and the other was an adult.

But though the distance was minuscule, the effect these words seemed astronomical unto the attenuate and blonde woman.

"Say that again?" words of disbelief rang from the adult female's mouth.

There was an impulse to bang on the door again but her shock was so great that she even doubted if the sun had really rose in the east today or was this a dream she had to force herself to wake up to.

"You heard me right the first time, woman. I - am going to go out." the boy clarified and had wanted to search for another set of clothes.

Not the one he wore right now which made him look like a funny marionette on display. The garb was too huge for his size and he could only shake his head in amusement.

A day before he was scrolling up manuscripts from a curious image before his eyes. There were titles like Cyborg Of Eternity, Gangster Of Desire, Construction Of Heaven, and the list went on and on.

But that was it, alien words and nothing more. No description was given by the so called "Master of the Universe and Beyond".

Yes, it was that funny guy who had a dark sense of humor and who'd actually thought that his phrases of taunts were indeed funny. The boy could only lament at that guy's fantasies.

If that Fool had met Little Autumn then that cute worm could show him a trick or two on what funny truly means.

So with no information whatsoever as even the boy got nothing out from Super Warrior because he, like any other ascender, was not allowed to share information on anything about these worlds.

So in the end, the boy had chosen to pick a world in random.

A moment later, here he was. Fighting for his place in this new world. A right to live. A choice to survive and conquer.

"A new answer." The boy muttered. It was at this time when the woman outside the door got over her petrified state.

She was stunned by the venomous tongue of this boy. And so she roared,

"OPEN THE DOOR, BARRY! YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!"

The boy never doubted that this woman could sing well with the amount of lungs she gave unto that one squealing barrage. What was he to do but be a gentleman and grant her her wish.

"What do you want, woman?" the boy asked as he looked at the tall work of a female like a dead fish on the block.

The memories of the soul he'd devoured was still fresh on his lips, making every moment of injustice that the original owner of this body had experienced,

doubled or even tripled its impact unto his own soul.

"What - do - you - want?" the boy repeated his question.

"I - I - wh..." the woman stuttered and couldn't find any word to speak. She was a grown woman and has met myriad of peoples in her life.

The meek.

The silent.

The jester.

The poor.

The rowdy.

The extravagant.

And yes, the dangerous ones.

And that last one was what she witnessed the moment she peered into her nephew's eyes.

She didn't know how much time she'd spent gawking but the spell only broke with the advent of the boy's cold voice.

"Move aside, woman." and her body automatically charted on its own like a woman bewitched by something unknown yet vaguely familiar.

It was the voice of command and confidence. A trait inherent to kings and rulers alike.

"Barry..." only these disorderly mumbles were heard as she looked on the small back of the boy.

"Where are you going, Barry?!" a fat man called towards the boy who walked in slow measured steps. But the boy just continued walking. Like a king in his domain, untroubled by the woes of mundane life.

"BARRY! THE BACON IS BURNING! ATTEND TO IT QUICK!" the fat man ordered. But same as the last, only silence answered his words.

"Hey, worm! Didn't you hear my father?" an intimidating voice rose before its owner caught up in front of the small thin boy.

"Today is your birthday, isn't that right Duley?" an amused voice responded with another question.

"Ahh... Yes..." Duley was taken aback with how unfamiliar Barry sounded.

"Where was the timid boy that he loved to bully?" This query rang in Duley's mind.

But before he could think more about it, Barry had already given him more of his own thoughts.

"Then happy birthday, Duley."

"What the...?"

"Arrrrgggggggg....!"

A not too gentle tap at the most private of areas and Duley experienced the greatest pain he'd ever had in his short life. A few seconds later, unconsciousness took him away from this world of pain.

Thank the Divine for small mercies.

"BARRY?!" the fat man called again for his burning bacons but the object of his words was long gone from the house.

"Hmmmm..."

"Interesting..."

Lin Fan murmured as he trekked in the busy neighborhood.

At first he thought that this was a mortal world where world essence did not exist but upon careful combing of Barry's memories, he determined that it does exist.

Or at least a twin representation of it.

World Essence.

Natural Energy.

Qi.

Ki.

Divine Miasma.

Magic.

Sorcery.

Different names yet all had the same meanings. He had seen and heard of it all in the countless eras of the bygone years.

Though he had not practiced in those diverse paths of the dao because it was far removed from his era, but he mused that everything was not that much different.