The more he pondered it, the clearer it became the peculiar layout of the empire and the mix of ideas that seemed oddly out of place in this world. Different concepts that echoed Earth just a bit too closely.
It couldn't just be a fluke.
If the founding emperor truly was a transmigrator, then perhaps there are clues hidden within the empire that could help Assad find his way back home; he just needs to uncover them.
"I need to dig deeper into this," he whispered to himself.
Assad then changes his direction of thought to know about the Qi layer. Even if he does not have the full explanation, it does sound like it has some use somewhere but where is the question?
He jolted up and sits on his bed, legs crossed and thinks about meditating. From the murim webtoons he read the main character would always meditate to do something with their Qi either it be to increase it, find it's flow or many other ways.
With that in mind he does that, he takes a meditating position and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath he begins. Nothing happens at first but he does not give up, it's best to give it time and so he does. After a minute of nothing his red and black energy starts surging around him slowly with tiny bits as it starts to bloom more and more like a flower.
Then it turns to light blue the color of Qi, he takes a deep breath again. All of a sudden he finds himself inside his mind; it's a pure white void.
"Wait I'm back at that place again, so if I take a step that means?"
As he said he takes one step and the entire area turns blood red, the titanic hand with an eye inside is staring at him and the throne of corpses is right in front of him. Assad already knows what's in front of him.
"No way you're back again, well this time you took some time atleast."
"Yea I'm back so what?" Assad asked.
The original Assad takes one step and is already in front of him.
"You ain't gonna talk to me like that you fuckin' fraud."
Assad stands still, a sweat sliding on his face but he then gives a nervous smile.
"Damn who knew the original gets triggered by the fake that's new."
The original Assad smiles and starts laughing at what Assad just said.
"Dang you're funny, I like that Mr Horst. Anyway, why are you here in the first place? You are not knocked out so how did you get here in the first place?"
"That's something you don't need to know and just for me to keep for myself."
"Cocky, idiot."
The original flashes back to his throne and crosses his legs, with his hand resting on his face, looking down on Assad with a bit of confusion and some intrigue.
"So why are you here?" The original asked.
"I have some questions for you and you have to answer them whether you love em or not." Assad said.
The original stared down at Assad, wondering to himself what those questions might be. But then he smiled.
"Alright, but I'm not gonna answer trash questions."
"I know, in which I don't care."
"Oh is that so huh?"
Assad after hearing the original statement, he felt his neck get sliced. He grabbed his neck within the second that he felt that pain but there was nothing, then he felt more slices cut him up into many pieces and eventually killing. All of a sudden he is back into himself.
Assad remembered himself getting sliced into many pieces so what happened.
"Drop the attitude okay Toon, it aint safe for you. Talk nice or shut up."
Assad feels the immense power at the original, that must be from his contract with the person who he told him about.Then all of a sudden he starts tasting blood on the floor, he tries to move but can only move his face. What happened?
"Damn, it feels weird sitting on myself. Ain't that right Toon?"
"How did you get on top of me?"
"That's something you don't need to know and just for me to keep for myself, your words not mine just repeating them."