Capítulo 1: The End...
In the beginning, the path to power was cultivated by the predecessors - the trailblazers who became the immortals - stealing the power of Heaven to reach the pinnacle of immortality, stealing the worship of mortals to weaken the heavens! That is the path of a cultivator...
Yet, that was never enough - the cultivators grew greedy for more, they disrupted the natural balance and forcefully raised their children to the level of immortals, their childrens children and so on - slowly the power of Heaven weakened, as more mortals ascended to immortality unless they died from battle there was no way for it to make up for the loss...
2000 Years ago, the heavens revolted...
Forcefully cutting off the path from the mortal world to the palace of immortals, drastically weakening itself to survive!
"Or that's how the story goes..."
The voice over the speaker finally cut out, leaving the people below standing in a daze - the new generation, the new powerhouses all standing side by side on their first day in the real world... Sadly, I'm not them... "Jacob, get your ass back in here! This crap needs mopping up before one of those arrogant pricks has a seizure over walking in water!" Yh right... like the immortals could ever exist, anyway I don't need such fantasies, even if the cultivators did exist - my position at the bottom of this chain would never change...
"Jacob, seriously! If we get scolded again, drinks are on you!" Harolds voice came from the other room, a man who always sounds like he's joking until you suffer for it..
"Sigh..." Picking up his mop, Jacob forcefully moved his gaze away from the life that would never be his...
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"Jacob! Jacob!" Harold's voice came from behind, his stubby figure moving into a small sprint for the last couple steps, almost falling over his own shoes.
"You up for a couple drinks tonight?" Harold stared at him again, obviously he'd spent all his money gambling with a named again - his eyes radiated self confidence despite his loss, "Why do you keep gambling? You know you'll never win, they always cheat against us.. against us slaves..." Jacobs cold voice woke Harold out of his stupor, before his chubby face had a smile on it again. "That's half the fun you idiot! One day if I win I'll get to see the look of horror on their faces!" Jacob wondered where he got his positivity from, it was impossible to win... especially against the named...
The named, people with last names are supreme, those without are just the equivelant of slaves - according to the history books it never used to be like this, but when the "Calamity" occured the entire world changed and not for the better...
"Fair enough, but go ahead and go drink on your own old man, I'm heading home - they need me on the night shift tomorrow, they're having another party tomorrow..."
"Well you know where to find me if you change your mind!" Harold left a quick remark before sprinting off, his chubby figure knocking people out the way as he ran.
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"Finally home.. At last.." Jacob took a quick look at the front door for signs of a break in - usually home invasions would happen when the owner was out, but nowadays people would wait until someone returned before taking what they had.
Nothing was out of the norm, same old metal door - same old fingerprint lock, "Just any other day.." Sounding disappointed as he stepped through the door before locking it behind him.
Walking into the bathroom he took a quick look at himself in the mirror before washing his face: Blue eyes, tanned skin from long days of labour and defined muscles. "Damn it stinks in here, wonder when the next flush will be..." He mumbled... Baths and Showers were the privilege of the named, the only time anyone else got to cleanse themself was when the dirty water was flooded into the water cleaners.
"Crack" The shoddy wooden frame of Jacobs' single bed collapsed beneath him, mumbling to himself before falling asleep, he finally returned to his dreams...
"The end...." Over and over, the same words repeated thousands of times with no explanation, Jacob floated in thought - this was the second time he was conscious inside his dreams, yet it hadn't changed - still the same word.. "What do you mean.. what is 'The end'?" Hoping for an answer but never getting one... Again he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the voice, yet the words imprinted deeply in his mind..
Falling asleep while sleeping - an experience which shouldn't be possible. The voice changed.
"Once the heavens were joint with the Earth... Once the cultivators assisted the heavens instead of stealing from it. Heaven Meditator, Heaven Worshipper, Heaven Ally, Heavenly Warrior and finally Heavens Will - each rank with 4 Phases and each Phase with 3 levels of power.
Then they learned to revolt.. the greedy nature of humans made the first Heavens Will Human turn on the Heavens, she seeked greater powers than what she could control - she seeked greater control over the Heavens, rather than assisting them...
You are my choice... the second generation of Heavens Children.. How far you shall go is none of my concern, your brothers and sisters will assist you, whilst you shall assist them.."
With that, a blinding figure appeared in the darkness, it's form too blurred to be made out, both young and old - short and tall... Slowly it sat in the Locus Position, moving its hands rapidly whilst forming a mental connection with Jacobs body - imprinting its will on his soul...
"Sigh... You are either my saviour or destroyer, your fate is your own to choose."
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Aileus
Aileus Woah! Ok, first time using Inkstone - works great! Ok, 943 words - way too short, but I didn't want to develop anything further than I had to in the first chapter - sorry if it kind of came out like an info dump. (Might've been on purpose ;) But I do love writing, so I hope I'll find the motivation to continue with this story!)
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