In a room where it seemed that the world had been completely erased, a twelve -year -old woke up. Rather, an orphan who made small favors through the village; Now, Rein-An adult, former office worker, nerd, who has read hundreds of novels about situations like this.
The first thing you realized was:
"I should be on the subway now ... Why am I in such an uncomfortable bed?" Was I kidnapped?
Looking around, he saw a rustic house, looking like a peasant cabin from ancient China. When opening the door, he came across a rural scenario. Preferring not to abuse his luck, he returned inside and approached a beaten notebook on the table.
As he opened the notebook, he saw strange lyrics - and, in the next instant, a torrent of memories invaded him.
It was Lian Fang. A poor, orphan peasant, whose parents died unable to pay taxes. The collector was a petty and cruel man. But among the memories there were even stranger things: men flying over swords, mountains destroyed with fists, long flowing robes - it was a world of cultivation.
Breathing deeply, he focused on an idea that settled as an answer in his mind: multiplication.
- Multiplication? He murmured, strange to the clarity of that thought.
An inner voice seemed to say that he could do that.
Walking around the house, went to the warehouse, took an old bread and the boy's coin bag. Instinct said that there were two requirements for activating power: direct contact and clear intention of quantity.
Touched the bread.
"Seven times," he thought.
Suddenly seven more loaves appeared on the table.
Did the same with the coin bag:
"Ten more," he whispered.
Now I had eleven equal bags. Observing the result, he thought:
> "So ... I have an incredibly powerful ability in a world where resources are everything."
He knew that cultivation worlds were cruel. Resources defined strength, and strength decided who lived or died. Whole families could be annihilated by cultivators just by whim. Having this ability was a blessing - or a curse.
"I need a plan," he said aloud. - First thing: understand this ability. Monday: Survive. Third: Cultivate. Wednesday ... Immortality, perhaps.
Knowing that he would not have a future remaining in the village, he decided to leave. Now he was Lian Fang. He took a piece of bread, a small ax and the coin bag. Your destination: a nearby forest where the test would take place to become a member of a sect.
During the walk, he did new tests. It touched a stone, wishing a copy. Instantly, an equal emerged. He threw the stone in the air, and thought "twelve", he saw twelve stones flying with the original.
> "If I coordinate thoughts, I can even affect copies in motion."
Near the river, he found a strange clay that dried rapidly - it seemed cement. He tried to shape glasses with twigs and stones. Realizing that the glasses held water, he came up with an idea: he multiplied dozens of them.
> "Number one rule of my survival manual: Never assume that something here works as in my world."
That night it rained. Without shelter, he climbed into a tree. At dawn, he descended, still wet, but relieved to see the glasses full of water.
- Second rule: always have a plan. Idiot.
He created makeshift lids with leaves and clay and multiplied the covered glasses. Shortly after, he heard hooves. A huge boar appeared. Climbed into a tree. He thought:
- Seven axes.
Seven copies appeared in the air with the original. Some hit the boar, which fled wounded. He launched more axes. Twelve hit. When the animal invested, he dodged, the boar was stuck, and he finished the creature.
- Sturdy leather ... useful prey.
With effort, he removed his fangs. One of them was sharp. Combining ax and prey, commented:
"An ax and a prey ... I look like a viking."
Following a trip, he saw the city in the distance. He felt euphoria, but contained himself. I knew that cultivators kept the gate. Listening to the travelers, he discovered the entrance fee: three gold coins. He only had two silver and 86 copper.
Remembered the conversion: 100 covers = 1 silver, 100 silver = 1 gold.
Multiplied the silver coin until 300. The bag overflowed. He created five leather bags and filled them with coins.
At the entrance of the city, he handed three bags to the guard when asked about identity and reason for the visit. Delivered more bags. The cultivator accepted everything, thinking that he was a treasure servant. Later, the guard would open a famous deal in the deadly kingdoms for ten years - until it was destroyed by a spiritual beast.
Inside the city, it went straight to the center. He knew, by conversations, that there was a conversion bench: a place where mortals could exchange coins for qi stones.
He bought better clothes in a simple store, pretending to bargain. Then it multiplied a qi stone:
- Multiply 100 times, low degree IQ stone.
Entered the bank. Deposited 99 stones.
> "Why open an account in a bank if I can multiply?"
> "To have a plausible history. If I seem to find an old treasure, no one is so strange."
He went to a deadly hostel and rented a room.
- First Step: Enter the city, done. Second: Create plausible precedents. Third: Making it all like a lucky fruit ... and not my ability.
Bought herbs at a store.
- Something to heal, recover and use in a cauldron. He has?
The shopkeeper prepared a package. Then he bought a small cauldron of automatic heating.
In the room, she multiplied her herbs a thousand times. He filled the cauldron, warmed and entered. The uncomfortable immersion relieved pain and fatigue. He slept deeply.
Woke up 16h the next day. The package contained herbs with calming effect. He left and went straight to the mercenaries - the most democratic place in the world of cultivation. There, mortals could try their luck.
He took a basic internal cultivation manual. He tried to circulate qi - and bleed through his nose. He tried with a qi stone - and bled more.
> "Exhaustion of Qi ... My body has had a reaction as if I had trained days."
Then he took an external cultivation manual. It was closer to military training, supported by beasts and herbs.
> "External cultivation is basically physical reinforcement with resources ..."
He bought low -grade spiritual beast.
> "There is no higher degree for external cultivation as in the internal ... so I will have to be creative."
He took the notebook and wrote:
> "Refine training."