'Where am I?' The alien soul thought to itself.
It instinctively sensed its body, but only found itself to be in a strange irregular shape deep in a mountain. It was a human soul inside a vein of green jade of a mountain. But this human soul didn't come from this world, after all this world was just created.
This human's name was a man named Jaral and he came from a completely different world. His world was a modern world parallel to our own, except something called the Great Apocalypse descended in the year 2012. This apocalypse caused every single human being to awaken a supernatural ability deep in their souls.
Its awakening would result in either losing your sanity into a distorted obsession or virtuous obsession. The supernatural ability, distorted obsession, or virtuous obsession were completely determined based on that human's personality and choices in life. Madness descended on 70% of the population and created 'devils' while the remaining 30% survived in the cracks of society.
Jaral awakened an ability called 'False Luck' and became one of the 70% of the human race who fell into distorted obsessions. He was a so called 'devil': The 'Lucky Devil'.
He was completely obsessed with causing chaos whenever possible. His ability generated 'false luck' from chaotic possibilities around him. He stored 'false luck' and could release it to directly affect the probability of any event around him. As long as the probability was not 0%, he could use enough 'false luck' to make that 100%.
The last thing he remembered was being beaten by a 'virtuous obsessed' survivor and regained consciousness just long enough to spend his 'false luck' to redeem himself and clear his obsession.
It worked. At the very least, he could think clearly again. Until he was killed completely by that survivor.
Now he came to this unfamiliar place, he still retained his ability but resolved his obsession. He had read many light novels in his past life, before he lost his mind. And he had an idea of what might be going on.
He should have been in a good position, reborn as a mountain vein of jade. It reminded him of many eastern fantasy settings involving cultivation. But he immediately felt a life threatening warning appear in his mind.
It felt like he was targeted by the sky itself, like a gigantic pressure was born just form its look in his direction.
He would die!
He urged his false luck ability to absorb the chaos around him and urged it to be spent increasing his probability of being hidden.
He was lucky that the world was just opened and the laws and rules of the world are still in chaos. He could 'fill up' his false luck capacity within half a second of use and immediately spend it within the next half second. His income stream matched his outcome.
But to his horror, he felt the probability of him being hidden from this 'predator' was less than 0.0000001%.
Countless possibilities surged through his mind about what could be happening. Until a flash of memory recalled some light novels about the Primordial World of Eastern Fantasy. The ones where Pangu opens the sky and the cruelty of the survival of the fittest is most important. In those novels, many protagonists are regonized by the Great Dao or Heavenly Dao as 'Illegal Residents' and were about to be wiped out by them the moment they arrived.
Jaral felt in his heart that this was most likely the case. He had a strong intuition that this was happening to him! He didn't even get a moment to breathe when he arrived!
Horror filled his heart and he urged his natural ability as much as possible. He could only bet on this alien ability, that it might fool the Great Dao for a short while before he can think of a new plan. If it were anyone else, they would instantly surrender to circumstance. But to Jaral, he had the ability, the courage, and the timing to try.
He grit his teeth and forcefully drove his ability beyond his soul's limits. Permanently damaging it.
1 Second. 2 Seconds. 3 Seconds.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Jaral poured 'fake luck' into the probability he envisioned. He watched it go from 0.0000001% to 0.000001% and climbing with each second increasing by 10 times the probability. And as time passed to the 9th second, he felt the probability stop at 99.999% success.
The Great Dao scanned the entire Primordial world within 10 seconds, before focusing directly on the little mountain Jaral was hiding under. However, just when it was about to focus on Jaral directly its attention was taken away by a phenomenon that completely surprised it.
Yes, the Great Dao was surprised. Countless small broken pieces of the chaos treasures which accompanied the chaos demon gods it had made, seemed to have coincidentally gathered into this small mountain and then, out of complete randomness, managed to merge themselves together into this mountain.
This is about as probable to happen as monkeys typing keys randomly until they type out Shakespeare. The unusable fragments of the shattered treasures had drifted here by chance, resonated with the mountain underneath, and combined together to form a completely new treasure. Not only that, this treasure was one of the highest treasures remaining in the Primordial world known as an Innate Treasure.
The Great Dao scanned the treasure and measured the cause and effect, tracing back what was happening. But it was really pure random chance that this happened. Jaral's ability indirectly caused this result as a by product of survival.
The mountain shrank and condensed into a stone bowl, with 3,000 inscriptions aligning the sides. Next to it, Jaral's body, the Green Jade Vein had condensed a 'Primordial Spirit' due to the brushing of the laws and coincidence. In the moment of the Great Dao's distraction, Jaral's 'fake luck' made a new born Primordial Spirit be born and connected to this new treasure. This is the equivalent of this world's soul shape.
It had no memories of Jaral's past life and was a completely 'legal resident' of this world.
Jaral's alien soul was transforming into a 'legal resident', but he would have to make significant sacrifices.
He grit his teeth and ripped his alien ability 'fake luck' directly out from his soul. He instantly went into a half dead state and fell unconscious, betting his future on that 99.99% chance.
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If the the Great Dao was fully-sentient, it would have been pleased.
A treasure had formed by coincidence, from fragments of broken treasures. It had not planned for this treasure, but it was a valid part of the world Pangu opened.
It gave its blessing to this treasure. The treasure's bans were strengthened and even its grade was raised from Innate treasure to a Chaos Spirit Treasure. It also directly granted the bowl itself Great Merit for being the first treasure to 'create itself from nothing'. It became the first and only Chaos Merit Treasure in the world.
It then noticed a small Jade Vein connected by luck to this treasure. It was a tiny newborn thing, with no memories other than the last few minutes. It did not have an inheritance granted from it or by the Heavenly Dao.
But this was also a surprise for it. And it sent a blessing of knowledge directly. It chose a Great Way and sent the outline of the law for its understanding as a reward.
The Law of Destiny was chosen. Since it had never been destined, it had fate to master the laws of destiny.
It blessed the Jade Vein's luck and upgraded its origin 2 levels higher to become a high-level innate Jade Vein.
It would be easier for it to cultivate and transform in the future.
It took a glance at the surroundings and the few scattered dead soul debris around it, before ignoring it.
It retreated back again.
As it retreated, the alien 'fake luck' ability Jaral directly tore from his soul, slowly integrated into the bowl treasure that was hovering above his head. While the remains of his human soul integrated into the Jade Vein's newborn spirit as easily as if they were once the same soul.