Prince of Andor, Babik the 2nd

Cold wind blew over the mountain of a man, scraping against his stubble. Rows of white teeth revealed themselves as he snarled, glimpsing towards the sounds of screeches. His skin rough yet without any scars. This man was no other than Prince Babik the 2nd of Andor.

Without close attention, many would miss the young man beside him. Small in stature yet a mysterious aura which could swallow the current one release by Babik like a rabbit eating grass. His eyes seem clouded with the tenses of all being, reliving what seems like a doomed past, living in the peace of the present and foreseeing the mist of the future. Those imposing eyes closed briefly, before reopening and making the world around him seem like it froze. To everyone else, time moved as normal staring in awe at the mountain of a man. Yet they did not see the mysterious man move beyond their mortal eyes. Little more than two seconds passed before the man returned, with a young peasant in tow, shouting to the point it almost seemed like screaming.

"LET ME GO YOU WEIRDO! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!"

This young man was no other than Kyi. In his eyes he was just about to open the door and escape but just before he did, the door came swinging in towards him, putting him on to the floor with the sword clasped in his arms. He didn't see the shadow smirk but if he did he would instantly feel a sense of danger.

'Mann how did this happen to me? All I wanted was to just power up and improve! Like all those cool stories. This never happened to any of them, why is it happening to me?'

Kyi was blaming his luck and thinking of all the tall tales he had heard before, regarding the 'LEGENDS OF THE WORLD'. As he recounted all the stories the other peasant boys used to speak about with him, a firm hand was gripped around his neck, lifting him up as gravity allowed his rags to drop around him, with only his body keeping them in place. His breath began to desperately escape from him as his eyes welled up with tears. He stared at the hands whilst tracing them through the arms. He looked at the face of the one holding him up, taking his life. It was Prince Babik.

He stood there, grinning with content at the rat he caught in his hands. 'This is the guy who took my sword?' he sneered to himself. How embarrassing. There was only one thing to do when it came to ensuring that this embarrassment stopped and ended here. His hands tightened, Kyi's skin became as blue as the Mediterranean ocean, clearly on his last leg of life.

Standing aside, slightly unkempt, the mysterious man frowned. 'It would be slightly unnecessary for a death to occur here, to the Prince's hand as well. This can't go on, not when there is no common sense in doing so.'

He coughed before words attempted to escape his mouth.

"Sir Babik I don't think thi—"

~Crack~

Onlookers screamed as soon as they realised what happened. Peasant or not, Kyi was one of them, a resident of this village. If he could be killed like this, couldn't they?

The mysterious man cringed at the lack of this oaf's self-control. He got close to the man before a silent whisper travelled to his ear "You complete fool, do you always need to cause trouble and have no common sense?"

Babik shuddered, before regaining his composure and grinning. He shrugged then tossed the body to the side of the road, before staring at the peasants in disdain and making a proclamation.

"This village is one of many under the great city of Andor. This is the result of anyone as stupid as this little rat who stole my sword. Remember your place in this world you filthy mortals, for if there is a second time, it will be the last." He grunted before leaving with his sword, the mysterious man tailing him from behind.

The majority of the villagers stared at the boy with some minor pity, before moving on with their lives. Some brave peasants even decided to search his body, ignoring the lifeless husk inside. This was the fate for poor villagers like him. Eventual death.

~"Sir Babik I don't think thi—"

~Crack~

Kyi cringed mentally, because he couldn't physically. 'I guess this is the end for me now, huh? 17 years and what did I manage to accomplish? Nothing, not a thing. I guess this is a worthy end for someone as unworthy as myself, huh?'

Darkness. He always wondered what existed after death, but all he could sense was the cold, empty darkness of the void calling him. 'No point clinging on now, is there?' With that thought, all the previous intentions he had to continue struggling disappeared, replace with the sense of falling. And falling.

~SHING~

'That's not right, why is there light? What is going on?!' Kyi felt uncomfortable, feeling he had been brought back from the brink of death after accepting it. 'Nothing ever goes my way does it? PATHETIC!'

"Today is not the day you die Kyi. Being as decisive as you did is good, not knowing and planning beforehand is not. We ask you to get powerful but instead you die? Pathetic. A war is brewing, one that not even the top planets of your universe can comprehend. Why pick you, you wonder? The rules of this game is a weird one. We would never pick someone as low as you, not even as low as that beast Babik if we had a choice, but that's how the lottery works. The universe is but a playground for the cultivators who have broken through the heavens and became gods themselves. Even the Tier S planets could not even compare, let alone Tier F planets like Earth.

Not a single cultivator from that shit hole has ever broken through the heavens, and there probably never will be. But we don't need that from you. We need you to get stronger, strong enough to fight for us when the time is announced. After that you are free to go, win or lose, life or death. What's important now is you grow stronger. We cannot bring you back again. Only this one time or we will be breaking the rules. Do not forget this and try and take advantage. That will only result in your permanent death. As in line with the rules, we can only impart one thing on you. We have left the seal of Odin, the closest cultivator to reach a Tier C planet from your world on your hand. With this, your understanding toward cultivation with boom and you will receive some of his strength. In the event of a fatal attack, the seal will be activated and save your life, but only once. You're lucky to receive this, but as the first of the contestants to die, we take pity on you. As to ensure no further rules are broken, you will be reborn in to a 16 year old with the same name of Kyi. You will retain the mark, your memories and your knowledge. You will be sent to Western Europe, more specifically the UK. Do not attempt to get revenge just yet, as you are still weak. Grow, mature and earn your revenge. Do not fail us again."

~SWOOSH~

Sharp pains infiltrated Kyi's head, not knowing whether it was from the divines nonstop talking or him travelling to another body. 'Note to self- Those people cannot shut the fuck up jeeez' as if hearing his fault, the speed increased and colours swirled around Kyi's vision, before long, all went black.