Chapter 1

Damien McKnight, a name that spread across the vast omniverse seemingly in the blink of an eye, but disappeared just as quick.

The name alone demanded respect and admiration from all cosmic beings. The only reason to not know his name would for you to exist on a plane higher than the omniverse or if you existed on the edge of your respective universe.

It only took him 3 years.

This number was basically nothing in the vast omniverse.

The term 'year' didn't even exist in the upper echelons.

But what happened to the man in question?

Nobody knows.

He suddenly disappeared as if he was never there to begin with.

But his name alone continued to send ripples throughout the entire omniverse.

*****

'Where.... where am I...?' thought a youth.

He opened his eyes and looked around, he saw that it was pitch black, he seemed to be floating and he couldn't breathe either.

The last thing he remembered was eating dinner with his family, he blinked and he ended up here.

"Looks like you're awake, young one...." Said a deep voice.

'Who's there?!' thought the youth.

He tried to speak but realized that he couldn't move his mouth, he tried to feel around but realized that there was no mouth, he realized that there was nothing.

He couldn't feel around in the first place because he didn't even have any hands.

"Damien McKnight, respected by all across the cosmos... does that sound right to you?" said the booming voice again, a voice that could shake one's soul just by hearing it.

'You haven't even answered my question, yet you are asking me one?'

"Who I am isn't important, what is important is what's going to happen to you next."

"You have violated countless multidimensional laws and your physical body has been stripped from you."

"You should be glad you weren't erased from existence..."

'Laws? What laws? This isn't making any sense to me...' thought Damien.

"Just know that somebody in the upper echelons has pulled some strings for you and your life is gonna be spared, however it's gonna come at a cost..."

"You will be send to a new XenoVerse, far away from your current one..."

"Starting now..." Said the deep voice as it faded out.

'Wait....' thought Damien, but that thought was cut short.

He disappeared from the void that he resided in.

"I have high expectations of you, do not let the mercy of 'that man' be wasted..."

*******

Somewhere on some distant planet a boy woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily.

This was our protagonist, Damien McKnight.

'I can't believe this is happening to me right now...' thought Damien.

He had tried his best to stay low-key but it wasn't enough.

And you may be asking, if he tried to stay low-key, than why was his name respected thought the cosmos?

The answer to this is simple, he wasn't the one going around the cosmos causing problems.

It was the one and only thing he had ever created that did this, an artificial super intelligence capable of experiencing emotions far surpassing that of any biological life form.

But even though the ASI had screwed him over, it wasn't like they had a bad relationship, it was far from that.

They were actually really close to each other.

The only reason why Damien was receiving this punishment was because he had created it.

'There's nothing I can do about it now...' thought Damien, with a sigh.

'Lets examine my surrounding first...' Damien got up and stumbled around awkwardly.

'It seems like I'm gonna have to spend some time getting used to my new body...'

He scanned his room and found a few clothing drawers, a mirror, his bed, a desk with a computer and a nightstand with some books on it.

'It seems like I've been transmigrated to a place similar to earth...' Damien thought to himself as he looked over to the computer and sighed.

'Lets hope I'm atleast good looking, in my past life I wasn't so lucky...'

Damien stumbled over to the mirror and looked at himself and what he saw shocked him.

He looked.... the exact same.

'My disappointment is immeasurable, and my day is ruined...' He thought as he sighed.

He had the same brown hair with pale skin that was whiter than milk.

He had a round face with average sized eyes and mild acne.

He looked pretty ugly.

The only redeeming qualities was his perfect shaped nose, and his long eyelashes.

Qualities that could be considered feminine.

Damien stumbled back over to his bed and sat on it, debating what he should do next.

'Where the hell do I even begin???' he thought to himself.

He was petty lost at the moment and was unsure of everything.

Just when he was stuck in his thoughts he heard the door slam open.

"Why are you naked?! Oh you're not naked... what are you doing in here son?" said a tall burly man with a handsome face.

"What? I'm just relaxing..." said Damien as he made a face that said 'wtf'.

he could deduce who this person is just by how he was talking, how he looked and the fact that he called him "son".

This was naturally his father.

'looks like my parents also haven't changed...' thought Damien with a sigh of relief.

he was scared that he would have to live with new parents who he knew nothing about.

This wasn't like his sould transmigrated and took over the other memories.

He didn't inherit any memories of the body he was in.

He was also a few inches shorter and alot more muscular than in his past life so he couldn't even move properly.

"Oh okay, dinner will be ready In a few minutes." said his father, as he left his room just swiftly as he came in, not even closing the door behind him.

"..." Damien was speechless.

'I can worry about what to do later, but for now I gotta eat something...'

Damien got up and stumbled out the door with the intention of closing it behind him.

However when he grabbed the door and tried to pull it, he felt alot of resistance from it.

To him it felt like trying to pull a military grade safe door.

'what the hell is up with this door and why is it so heavy!' he thought to himself.

He grabbed it with both hands and used his feet the push back, trying to get as much leverage and tension as possible.

Damien eventually managed to get it closed without to much effort but enough effort to make him question what was up.

'....' Damien's mind was blank, like it had short-circuited.

'Ill just ask my dad about it later, there is probably a good reason for it...' he thought as he walked down the stairs awkwardly.

Coming to the end of the staircase he was greeted by the living room and next to that on the left was the kitchen with the dining room being to the right of that.

His house looked like any middle class family's house from America.

He stumbled into the kitchen where he was greeted by his mother and father who stared at him strangely.

"Why are you walking like your ankles are broken?" his mother asked as he pulled out the chair to sit down.

"my knees hurt..." said Damien as he shook his head inwardly.

'My knees hurt? My knees hurt!? how is that the only thing I could think of?'

Damien sat down and picked up his fork when he froze.

He didn't realize it before but his parents looked how they did when they were in their early 20's.

'This is definately not as simple as a parallel world...' he thought as he placed down his fork and reached for his cup.

however when he picked up the cub it felt like it weighed 5 pounds

'even the tableware is reinforced?' he thought as he sighed.

"what is up with out houses shit" he said with an annoyed tone.

"what do you mean?" responded his mother.

"what do you mean 'what do I mean'? you know exactly what I mean."

"no we do not actually how about you tell us." his mother responded as she ate her food.

"the cup feels like it weighs 5 pounds and the door felt like a heavy duty vault door, that's what I mean." said Damien as he gestured towards his bedroom and the cup.

"are we preparing fora war or something?"

"like there's just no reason for everything to be like this"

"I just find it ridiculous that I have to put so much effort into doing menial things." said Damien, as he continued to stuff his moth with food.

In reality this was just a minor inconvenience but it was enough to raise some questions that he just had to get out.

"This is how it's always been since you were born??" said his mother with a weird look on her face, seemingly asking if he was joking or not.

"you know what, yeah. maybe it's just me..." said Damien as he started to question himself.

"are you feeling alright though? do you feel that you need to go to the doctors?" said his father with a slightly worried look on his face.

"Nah, I'm feeling fine. I guess I'm just. little bit discombobulated right now." said Damien as he got up to put his dishes in the sink.

Damien thanked his mother for the meal and walked back up to his room.

'i know for a fact that I'm not going crazy and I know for a fact that my door wasn't this heavy before...' he said as he slightly nudged against his door with his hand.

'well whatever, nothing I can do about it now, and I know my dads lazy ass isn't gonna switch it out...' Damien thought.

Damien walked over to his computer, sat down and turned it on.

'I just hope my password is the same or else... something crazy will happen...' he thought to himself as he input his email and then his password.

and luckily it was a success.

'looks like my thought processes were relatively similar in both worlds..' thought Damien as he opened up his browser.

He was immediately greeted with a headline that said "Breaking News! Michael Vanderbilt has made a break through to the Ensoulment realm!"

"Man what is this nonsense..." said Damien as he thought he might have a game forum opened up.

But then he realized something, he looked at the top right hand corner and it said 'CNN'.

He knew that CNN was a news network, not a game forum.

and he highly doubted that in this parallel world CNN was actually a forum for a game instead of a news network.

Damien's heart started racing as he thought 'could it be possible that something like cultivation exists in this world!?'

The reason why Damien could come to this conclusion so quick was because he had been an avid reader of novels in his past life.

Damien quickly started scrolling down the front page and soon saw dozens of other articles talking about cultivation.

Things like mutated monsters destroying entire cities and people that could destroy mountains with one blow.

'There is no way....' thought Damien as he could barely contain himself.

Not from anything else but pure excitement.

Damien was always fascinated with cultivation and would even go as far as saying that he was a bit of a weeb in his past life.

This was all he wanted!

He had even gone as far as searching trillions of multiverse's just to see if there was any hope.

And finally there was hope.

after doing one more research online he quickly discovered the process that you would need to go through in order to start cultivating.

First you needed to reach your sophmore year of highschool before you would go through a process of awakening your martial soul.

the martial soul was the thing that would determine how fast you cultivated, and how many bottlenecks you faced while you cultivated.

Damien looked around and saw his school I'd card and realized that he was about to enter his second year of highschool and become a sophomore.

he was ecstatic at this revelation.

he just didn't know how good the martial soul he could awaken would be.

he was already a little bit nervous.

he found out through doing his research that a martial soul was partly hereditary.

and he could tell that his parents most likely don't have the best martial souls by their living conditions.

this meant that there was a large possibilty that he would get an average martial soul and only be able to become a meat shield against the beasts.

he shiuddered at this but then realized something.

'wait, all hope is not lost...' thought Damien as he had almost forgotten what he had accomplished in his past life.

Although he wasn't the one who directly scavenged countless megaverses or created weapons strong enough to turn a whole universe into nothingness in the blink of an eye, he did have knowledge that would put even the smartest people to shame.

One of the things he specialized in happened to be genetic engineering.

'As long as cultivation talent can be traced back to your genes, it shouldn't be a problem for me to begin my cultivation journey, I should even be able to go further than anyone else...'

'Its time I get to work...' thought Damien as his eyes flashed with determination.