In the bustling capital city of Kathmandu, nestled amidst the Himalayan foothills, there resided a seemingly ordinary young boy by the name of Alex. He was a student in the 10th grade, diligently attending school day after day, yet harboring a profound aversion to the rigors of academia. Alex had a spirit that yearned for freedom, a soul that hungered to break free from the constraints imposed upon him by both society's rules and the formidable reputation of his parents.
His days were consumed by a constant struggle between the desires of his heart and the boundaries that held him in check. He yearned for a life unrestrained, one where he could follow the whispers of his own ambitions and heed the call of adventure without fearing judgment or the repercussions of familial expectations.
While education might have been his parents' wish, Alex harbored a fervent passion for something entirely different. Hidden beneath the facade of an obedient son lay an ardent love for the captivating tales spun within the pages of Eastern fantasy novels. These intricate worlds of mysticism, martial arts, and the profound concept of Cultivation spoke to his soul. It was a secret passion that he nurtured, allowing him to escape into realms where the boundaries of possibility transcended the mundane confines of reality.
One fateful day, as Alex made his way back home through the chaotic streets of Kathmandu, fate intervened with cruel swiftness. A truck, roaring at a reckless speed of 150 kilometers per hour, collided with him. In that terrifying moment, life hung in the balance.
As the world dimmed around him, Alex's thoughts turned introspective. He pondered the tragic trajectory his life had taken, filled with unfulfilled dreams and stifled aspirations. A profound sense of sorrow washed over him. He realized that his existence had been marked by conformity and restraint, unable to embrace the desires that burned within him.
In his final moments, a poignant plea echoed within his consciousness. "Ahh, how sorrowful my life has been," he thought, his voice trailing off as he teetered on the precipice of death. "Oh, deity or force of the universe, if you exist, grant me but one last opportunity. Reincarnate me into an Eastern fantasy world, where my spirit can soar unburdened, free from the shackles of societal norms and moral constraints. I will seize this second chance with unwavering determination, living life on my own terms, heedless of any limitations."
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In the final moments before his life slipped away, he pondered the unknown that awaited him, expecting to awaken in the afterlife as countless tales and beliefs had promised. But when he regained consciousness, his surroundings were nothing but an endless expanse of utter blackness, an abyss that seemed to stretch on forever. Panic gripped him as he realized he couldn't move; it was as if he were imprisoned in this inky void.
Days turned into what felt like an eternity, and yet, nothing resembling the fantasies he'd read about in fanfiction unfolded before him. There was no divine deity descending from the heavens, no benevolent cosmic being ready to grant his wish of reincarnation into a new life. Instead, he was left alone with his thoughts, suspended in this featureless darkness.
The silence was overwhelming, punctuated only by the echoes of his own thoughts. He reflected on his life, the choices he had made, the people he had loved and those he had wronged. The darkness seemed to absorb his regrets and memories, making them an integral part of this empty realm.
He yearned for companionship, for a glimmer of hope, or even a hint of what lay beyond this inescapable void. Time became a vague concept, days merging into nights, as he wrestled with the desolation of this solitary existence. He was left with nothing but his thoughts, and the torment of not knowing what came next.
As the boundless dark continued to enclose him, he clung to the fading hope that someday, someone or something would come to his aid, that his ultimate destiny was not to remain forever trapped in this solitary emptiness. But for now, he was a mere speck in the vast unknown, struggling to find meaning and purpose in a world that had faded to nothing but shadow and uncertainty.
As days turned into weeks and weeks stretched into seemingly endless months, Alex found himself caught in the monotonous passage of time within the unending expanse of darkness. The initial panic and confusion gave way to a sense of despair, and he began to doubt whether reincarnation was merely a distant dream, or perhaps, his daring to wish for freedom had led to this as a form of punishment.
Nine excruciating months had passed when, quite unexpectedly, he felt a subtle shift in the void that had imprisoned him for so long. It was as if some unseen force began to gently pull him from the abyss, but he couldn't make out who or what was responsible for this unexpected rescue. Despite his heart pounding with anticipation, he remained unable to open his eyes or discern any form in the pitch-black surroundings.
Sounds echoed through the void, but they were distorted and muffled, like distant whispers struggling to reach his ears. He strained to make sense of them, and gradually, they started to take shape. Faint, fragmented voices floated through the darkness, and though their words were indistinct, they held a haunting, ethereal quality that stirred emotions deep within him.
He sensed a presence nearby, but it remained elusive and undefined, as if existing just beyond the reach of his senses. Alex's heart raced with a blend of anxiety and curiosity, for he could not be certain whether he was still imprisoned within this inky abyss or if the outside world had finally welcomed him back.
The anticipation of what lay beyond this void, who or what had pulled him from his solitary confinement, was both exhilarating and terrifying. The echoing whispers and the enigmatic presence hinted at the possibility of a new beginning, but the shroud of uncertainty that veiled this newfound reality left him in a state of bewildered anticipation, yearning to unravel the mystery of his awakening.
"Congratulations, Madam Yue, it's a healthy boy," an old voice resonated through the room, rich with the wisdom of years.
With an air of grace and anticipation, Madam Yue, a beautiful young woman, extended her arms to claim her newborn son, Alex. Her eyes sparkled with maternal affection as she took him into her embrace, cradling him tenderly and running her fingers through his soft, dark hair, a physical manifestation of her love as a mother.
Her face radiated joy and pride as she spoke in a voice filled with love and hope, "My son is so beautiful, I am sure he will be a lady-killer in the future with his charm." The world outside might have been uncertain, but in this moment, her son was her universe.
Suddenly, the room's door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man, Wang Wei, who appeared to be in a rush. His forehead glistened with beads of sweat, a testament to his eagerness to see his child. "Yue, give me our son," he implored, his voice a mixture of worry and deep fatherly love.
Madam Yue gently passed their slumbering son into Wang Wei's strong, yet tender arms, making sure not to disturb the peacefully sleeping infant. As he held Alex, Wang Wei's fingertips danced over the newborn's short hair, conveying his paternal affection and desire to protect.
With a heart full of love and a sense of responsibility, Wang Wei looked at his wife and asked, "Yue, what should we name our son? You, as his mother and the one who brought him into this world, should choose."
Madam Yue pondered for a moment, her gaze soft but determined. "How about Wang Liu or Wang Xu?" she suggested, each name carrying its own significance and meaning.
Wang Wei contemplated the options, his eyes locked on their son. "Hm, I think Wang Liu is the best choice as a name for our son," he finally decided, the weight of this decision evident in his voice.
With newfound certainty, Madam Yue declared, "Okay, from now on, our son's name will be Wang Liu, the heir of the Wang family." Her proclamation held a sense of grandeur, and she spoke with enough volume for the servants to hear, ensuring that the news of Wang Wei's son being born and named Wang Liu would reverberate throughout their household, marking the begining of the journey of the evil demon god that will make every living beings, be immortal, demon and every creature tremble when they hear the name Wang liu.
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