Intayaw_din_Dagem

A powerful Sovereign is attacked by righteous and evil cultivators which led to his men murdered, his treasures plundered, and his domain destroyed.

Against the overwhelming power of the two sides hunting him down, he fought a battle that inevitably resulted to his death.

Or so he thought until he woke up in a new world.

"Hm? What a waste... herbs like these are rare in my dominion. Why do these mortals not treasure them?..."

"Oh... Hmmm. Children with cultivation potential, abandoned by their parents, and treated too lowly by their society... 

"Come with me child, and you will have the strength to stand on top of the world..."

Cultivator in a World of Angels, Demons, and Super Heroes

"AAHHH!!!" A high-pitched scream escapes the bald man's mouth before he even realized it, his mind focused on the worst pain he has ever felt in his life.

"Damn it. You acted all tough, and you scream like a girl. How disgraceful." He hears one more time before feeling a gentle slap to the back of his head.

Immobilized by the pain, he is helpless when he is flipped around to lie on his back.

"You're also one of those people who eat more than they deserve… Why don't you spend a few months in the hospital drinking through a straw?" Osamu continues to say before driving a fist on the bald man's stomach.

"Uuuuhhueaheu.!!!" The bald man cannot even scream in pain as air already left his lungs.

"Oh… Huff.. You motherfucker…" The bald man gets his wind back and curses at Osamu who is now standing over him while smoking a cigar.

"Oooh… Your mother would love that, son." Osamu shrugs.

"Tonight, we're having Italian..."