In the massive world of Primordius, cultivation was the trademark of the strong – and power reigned supreme.
No one knew exactly how large this world was, as even Saint Emperors were incapable of seeing the world's endline. However, in a certain corner of the world – in the Skyfall Kingdom – they were far too preoccupied with their bloody eternal war to concern themselves with what lay beyond.
They only worried about surviving to see the next day.
「Seven Swords Sect」
[Entry Disciple Training Grounds]
"Clang! Clang!"
"Nice form, Junior Brother, but your attack speed could really use some work," a handsome cultivator advised in a friendly manner, his sword clashing with another. "You also leave too many openings!"
With a bold step forward, the handsome cultivator's sword scraped past the other cultivator's sword. The latter's sword was knocked away, whereas the handsome cultivator's sword now lay pressed up against the neck of his Junior Brother.
"This… It's my loss, Senior Brother Zhang," the Junior Brother said dejectedly.
Zhang Chao, the Senior Brother, chuckled as he withdrew his sword. "You may have been defeated today, Fang Ting, but tomorrow you will rise. Your talent is awe-inspiring, as evident by the improvement I see in your skill every time we duel."
Fang Ting's eyes watered. He knew his Senior Brother was just being nice, but it nonetheless improved his mood.
Just then, a different Entry Disciple wearing the same grayish robes walked onto the Training Grounds. She was in the 3rd Layer of the Body Refinement Realm, her cultivation just a bit weaker than Zhang Chao's 4th Layer cultivation, yet stronger than Fang Ting's 2nd Layer cultivation.
"Senior Brother, you're still as caring as ever," said the female disciple, Xue Yin. She had fair facial features and could even be considered quite the beauty. Add that to the sultry look she gave Zhang Chao, and one had an utterly smitten Senior Brother.
"Junior Sister Xue!" Zhang Chao cheerfully walked up to Xue Yin. "You made it back safely,'' he said as he tenderly grabbed her soft, porcelain hands. His joy quickly mixed with anxiety as he asked, "How was the mission? You're not hurt, are you?"
Xue Yin giggled, and as she took the initiative to embrace him, replied, "You worry too much, you know that~? How much danger could I really be in while completing a 1 Star Sect Task?"
"Junior Sister Xue…"
The atmosphere suddenly changed, as hearts fluttered. Zhang Chao reciprocated her embrace twofold, lovingly bringing her close.
"Senior Brother~" Xue Yin's eyes misted over, practically overflowing with adoration.
Fang Ting, who was standing off to the side, really felt like shouting to the lovebirds, "I'm still here, you know!?"
'Hateful couple!'
'Damn normies!'
Fang Ting's thoughts synced up with Vlad's, both lamenting their lonely, single existences.
'Wait, no, this nauseating couple is a secondary concern,' Vlad thought. 'First and foremost, I need to figure out what the hell I am!'
Some minutes ago, he experienced possibly the worst thing imaginable. So much for the magical, wonderful transmigrations he read about in novels – all he got was a one-way express ticket through a sewage system.
He vowed right then and there that he'd find the one who shat him out – and KILL the fucker!
'Or, at the very least beat the shit out of him,' Vlad calmed his bloodthirsty intentions, realizing it to be unbecoming of his modern-day self. 'But I'm getting off topic. After all, I still don't know how I ended up in that "situation" in the first place.'
Although he couldn't be sure about anything, based on his sensory abilities and the fact that the three cultivators he was staring at were many thousands of times his size, he assumed he was some kind of micro-organism.
'Damn… Why couldn't I have been reborn as something cooler, like a slime?'
Unfortunately, he couldn't change what had already been chosen for him by some higher power.
However, that didn't mean he couldn't make the best of his situation.
'For example…'
From his tiny position on the ground, Vlad stared at a floating blue screen that had been flashing at him for quite some time.
How could he not know what this was?
It was the everlasting dream of countless weebs all over the world. The epitome of human imagination. The ultimate proof that one was a Transmigrator!
BLING!
A System!
[Name: Vlad Noname]
[Race: Spore]
[Bound Talent: Blackhole]
[Energy Meter: 0.01 (1%)]
[Size: 10 Nanometers]
[Realm: None]
[Combat Power: Low-level Microorganism]
'Well, I suppose it would be more accurate to call it a Panel rather than a full-blown System,' Vlad mused. 'But whatever the case, I'm glad my golden finger arrived so early. I don't know how I would've survived with nothing but this weird squishy, circular body I now find myself residing in.'
While thanking his lucky stars, something with hostile intentions caught sight of Vlad. It quickly realized what its next meal would be, as the jelly-like prey was just dumbly bobbing in place.
It waited for the opportune moment to present itself, and then, with utmost ferocity, it attacked!