The wind howled through the towering peaks, carrying with it the scent of untouched wilderness. The MC sat motionless on a vast stone platform at the mountain's peak, his body shrouded in a thin layer of frost. Time had lost its meaning—days blurred into nights, and seasons shifted around him, yet he remained still, lost in deep meditation.
For the past year, he had done nothing but meditate, refining his mind and body to levels beyond mortal comprehension. And in this solitude, something within him had begun to stir—a past buried deep within his soul, memories of a life before this one.
He remembered it now.
A world where swords and qi did not exist. A place where people lived mundane lives, relying on science instead of cultivation. Yet, in that world, he had been obsessed with something greater—martial arts, reincarnation stories, and manhwa filled with powerful warriors.
Countless nights spent reading, dreaming of stepping into a world like this one. He had admired protagonists who shattered mountains with a punch, who defied the heavens with sheer willpower. He had wished, deep in his heart, to experience that life himself.
And now, that wish had come true.
"I see... That's why I feel so different from this world's people. I wasn't born here. I was reborn here."
A chuckle escaped his lips. It was ironic. Back then, he had only been a lazy but happy man who read manhwa and watched anime, avoiding real responsibility. Now, he was standing at the peak of existence, training to surpass even gods.
But this knowledge also brought clarity. He now understood why he had always felt so comfortable wielding a sword, why martial arts techniques came to him naturally. It wasn't talent—it was the culmination of years of admiration and passion from his previous life, now taking form in reality.
The Awakening of the Ten Supreme Techniques
With his past memories restored, a flood of battle concepts filled his mind—techniques inspired by the strongest warriors he had read about. But he wasn't just going to copy them.
He would forge his own techniques. The strongest in existence.
One by one, he envisioned them:
Eclipse Dragon Rend – A single sword slash that distorts reality, cutting through dimensions themselves.
Void Emperor's Step – A movement technique that makes him untrackable by any force, even the gods.
Heaven's Devourer Palm – A strike that erases the very concept of an enemy's existence, nullifying their qi.
Silent Abyss Chains – Summons ethereal chains that can bind even celestial beings.
Primordial Annihilation Wave – A breath attack capable of reducing entire realms to nothingness.
Supreme Eternal Guard – A perfect defensive stance that reflects all damage back at the attacker.
Celestial Flame Baptism – A technique that unleashes blue immortal flames that can even burn the void.
World Reaping Fist – A punch infused with such force that even time bends under its might.
Transcendent Descent – An aerial strike so fast that it bypasses space itself, striking before the enemy even perceives movement.
Finality Beyond Gods: Zenith Extermination – A technique so terrifying that it could wipe out the entire universe if unleashed at full power.
However, his current body was still far too weak to handle such destruction.
If he dared to unleash Finality Beyond Gods: Zenith Extermination, it would drain every ounce of energy in his body and leave him in a coma for 2 to 5 years. It was a trump card that could only be used in a life-and-death situation.
He exhaled slowly, opening his eyes. The sky had darkened, and a storm was brewing in the distance. He could feel it—the world itself trembled at the awakening of his power.
His path was set. His destiny was clear.
The time for meditation was over.
It was time to return.
And when he did, he would shake the heavens themselves.