innocent_thought

Kai, an ordinary guy dies due to an unknown scheme. Instead of going to heaven or hell, his soul went to VOID, which is known as the mother of all things in EXISTENCE.

Later, he gets reincarnated in the Enlightenment World with a VOID fragment fusing without him knowing.

There he desires to achieve the position of Great Emperor, a coveted position that can be only obtained in the BATTLE OF DESTINY. 

In order to win the battle, he had to face countless geniuses with special bloodline and physique. 

But he was born with an ordinary talent and his chances of winning the battle was almost impossible.

Without accepting the reality, he chose to change his fate on his own, which brought the wrath of heaven itself and gave him three insurmountable trial.

Will he survive the trial set by the heaven?
Or will he perish without fulfilling his dream of becoming an Emperor?
And why did a VOID fragment fuse with his soul? Is he really ordinary or even that is just a facade?
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Additional Tags: Talent, Genius, Behind the Scenes, Manipulation, Ruthless, Evil.

[This story is inspired by the Journey of the fate destroying emperor, Grand ancestral bloodline.]

Face slapping? No, this trend become very old. So it will not be included.

Brainless side characters? They are also human beings with brain and have their own thoughts, so don't expect them.

Harem? If you are expecting it, then it's definitely not your cup of tea.

Repeated storyline? I will answer this as an author. I never intended to create some secret realm grinding story, so I used up all my brain cells to create a perfect plot (My opinion, but read it for futher confirmation).

***The story will start slowly at the beginning, so don't quit immediately. Try upto chapter 33 and see it for yourself.***

Path of Absolute Transcendence

The forest was still, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Kai stood firm, his eyes closed as he focused on the presence before him. "Senior, please show up!" he called out calmly, not bothering to evade the incoming attack.

In an instant, a simple old man materialized from the ether. He was unassuming, his appearance that of an ordinary mortal, yet the air around him was charged with an unspoken threat, a silent promise of death to those who dared to cross him.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the old man deflected the soul's assault. No grand gestures, no visible energy—just a simple slap that sent the soul careening through the air to crash against a tree.

"You! You! Who are you?" the soul stammered, its voice laced with panic. Never before had it encountered such a formidable presence, its very essence screaming to flee from the danger that the old man posed.

129. Death