Prologue

Opening my eyes, I almost instantly knew that this was my last life. Something felt different in mind. While usually, I never feared death. I didn't run to it but neither did I run too far or too passionately away from it.

But right now, the fear was back. That nagging self-preservation instinct that I oh-so wished to already get rid of

Yet at the same time it made me feel...human again.

For hundreds of years I'd done nothing but train, fight and kill my way through the world. Using that information I had way back when I was in Sparta, I trained in the mystical ways of Ki. Black Heaven & Earth Technique from a series called 'The Breaker'...if I remember correctly. It has been a while since I read it.

...A while meaning hundreds of years, that is.

While I thought this, I felt someone pick me up - my mother for this life, it would seem. I felt my baby face wince at this fact.

If there was one curse I could never escape, it was feeling. You would think a near-immortal killer wouldn't feel, wouldn't you? That you'd be apathetic after such a long time alive. That you'd have given up on such useless things like emotions.

But I hadn't. No, that's not right. I COULDN'T give up on them. Whoever reincarnated me over and over, or whoever gave me the ability to reincarnate over and over...they'd cursed me with feelings or the inability to lose them.

Every life I experienced pain. It's why I trained as much as I could. To both protect what I had or to try and ignore the pain of what I'd lost.

Dozens of lives where I'd seen my parents heads on pikes, horrid images of younger siblings being hung...they all flashed through my head just like they always did after every reincarnation.

I kept my eyes closed and I heard the person holding me speak. I couldn't quite make out what she was saying - my ears seemed a bit clogged up at the minute - but I could gather that it was indeed a woman. Most likely my mother. But I ignored that and focused my gaze inward, on my body and my Ki Center.

A blazing ball of white, around the size of a grape. So, a slightly above average Ki Center for a newly born child. If anything, this was massive by comparison to some of my other reincarnations.

Usually, a new born child has a Ki Center the size of a rice grain.

Which made me feel that something was different about this life. Or rather, about this body. It felt different. Subtly, sure, but definitely different. I mobilized some of my Ki and sent it through my body in a sort of medical scan.

When the information came back to me, I smiled before chuckling which came out as gurgled laughter.

My body was a Yang-type Body. Opposed to a Yin-type Body which is unsuited for Martial Arts and Ki Training, a Yang-type Body is literally made for Martial Arts. I'd only had one other life with a body like this and even that life had an inferior Five Yang-type Body whereas this body was easily a One Yang-type Body.

One Yang-type Body being the best and Nine Yang-type Body being the worst.

More information came into my head and I quickly realized why my physique was so...inhumanly talented. If it weren't for my undeveloped vocal cords, I'd be screaming praise to the heavens.

My heart wasn't a human's heart. Somehow, by some omnipotent being, I'd been granted the heart of a Dragon. What's so special about that? Well, apart from the upgraded physical prowess it will no doubt give me, it's also a literal generator for Ki! It could practically work as a second Ki Center for me!

Oh yes! This is wonderful!

I flailed my body around a little, my over-excitement being hard to contain as well as my relief.

Relief for what? Well, I mentioned that this was my last life, right? That I won't come back if I die during this one? Well, you'd think a mystical Ki Martial Artist like myself would be invincible on a world like Earth, right? Well, on a normal Earth, yeah, you'd be right.

But this isn't a normal Earth. I'd seen superpowered individuals, I'd dealt with evil Sorcerers, I'd been killed by an Evil Sorcerer, I'd fought Dragons and Vampires before--This wasn't a normal Earth.

There were also near-immortal Martial Artists who I'd run into over the centuries. Which is how I discovered what type of world I'm on.

They called themselves The Hand. They were exiled from a place called K'un-Lun.

Which meant I was in the MCU. Nothing to big a deal right? Wrong. If my predictions are right, even if we give or take a few decades, I'd be born near enough to the start of canon for the MCU that I wasn't exactly going to be growing up in peaceful times.