There was no sun, but the sky was bright, illuminating the vast land under it. The air was pure, incredibly so, as if nothing had ever polluted it before.
Below, at ground level, a giant city fortress stood in the middle of a plain, looking dislocated from its surroundings, with its futuristic looks and massive size in the middle of what looked like a savanna, with low bushes and sparse trees in every direction, with some mountains on the horizon.
In this city, there were four massive gates, massive in size, allowing for thousands of people to pass side-by-side. There was one in each cardinal direction, tens of thousands of people coming and going from each one.
The people wore strange clothes, some as if they were going to war, with armor and weapons on their person, while others, who looked more important, wore less armor and more normal clothes and carried no weapons.
Inside this city, it was absurdly spacious, with wide roads and open spaces every few thousand meters, with a large number of massive buildings lining on each side of the road between each open space.
There were no vehicles, only people on foot, a lot of them, however, there were a few outliers riding giant animals as mounts, some agglomerated around what seemed strange open markets on those massive open spaces between buildings, selling peculiar meats and animals in cages, all strange and bizarre animals, while others simply walked on the massive roads and entered the buildings on the sides of it.
The buildings in the city were gigantic, made from some unknown grey metal, that didn't have a single dent or imperfection anywhere in it.
The city was clean, eerily so, considering the amount of people in it. The buildings, the roads and even the walls that circled everything, massive in size, more than 20 meters high and at least 5 meters thick, were clean.
There was a building every ten or so meters but calling them buildings was not doing justice to what they were. Massive blocks of grey metal, more than 100 meters in each direction and at least four stories high, again with entrances in each of the four directions.
Towards the center of the city, the buildings got even larger, with some even being ten stories high.
At the center of the city, a tower, fifty stories high, stood. There was a big space around it with a small, two meters high wall encircling all around, it very much did not align with the rest of the city, as if made by a different person or group.
The city was designed in a very pragmatic and utilitarian way, with only buildings and open spaces in all its massive landscape.
The buildings were mostly equal, made from the same grey metal and had the same design, the only differences were their sizes that got bigger towards the center of the city.
Towards the edge of the city, there was a five stories high building, two hundred meters in each direction.
Inside it, there were hundreds of doors, each leading to a decent sized apartment, at the center, there was a flight of stairs leading to the other floors. These apartments had a bedroom, a bathroom and an empty room, all very spacious.
Inside one of these rooms, there was a body of a young man that looked at most 16 years old, undoubtedly dead, sprawled on the ground without any sign of breath or life.
This young man clearly was handsome in life, with short black hair and lightly tanned skin. The young man had some muscles, clearly for practical and not aesthetical reasons, seeing as he was fit to the extreme and had no excess fat.
His face was gracious, with a perfectly sharp jawline, thin lips that seemed just right on his face, a well-defined nose, everything perfectly symmetrical in his face.
He had sword-shaped eyebrows, thin and imposing, even relaxed as they were. However, the boy's eye color was impossible to tell, seeing that they were closed.
He wore a white shirt and black trousers, all seemingly very resistant, almost militaristic in appearance. There were boots on his feet, black and clearly unused, as there was no wear on them.
By his waist, there was a sword attached to a belt, the scabbard appeared common, black in color made from some synthetic material.
The boy appeared to have been dead for a short time, as he was still warm, and his complexion looked normal. However, at that moment, defying the rules of the universe, the boy's eyes suddenly snapped open. A huge gasp could be heard, followed by intense coughing.
Deep red eyes started darting across the room, seemingly trying to find something and failing.
'What the hell? Where am I? Where's that truck'
After a few seconds of trying to understand where he was, something clicked inside the boy´s head.
'Wait... it can't be, right? Someone pulled a Truck-Kun on me?!'
At that moment, as if on cue, sudden memories started surging through his head, sixteen years' worth of memories. He closed his eyes and started receiving these memories.
During this time, the boy's expression started changing continuously, starting with recognition and excitement, then doubt, disbelief and then it just appeared as if he were lost, as if he truly couldn't make sense of what he was seeing in those memories.
At that moment, the boy spoke, a surprisingly deep voice sounding,
"So, is this Supergene or not?"
The question resounded around the room, but even after a few seconds, there was no answer.
The consciousness of the young man, named Victor Smith, continued lost. He remembers that he was just crossing the street on his home planet Earth when he heard a scream and something heavy hit him, as if a truck had hit him.
And sure enough, the last thing he remembers is seeing a red truck as he was sent flying before losing consciousness.
Next thing he knew, he woke up with a start in a strange room.
As an informed and responsible netizen, he rapidly realized that he had transmigrated into another world, as obviously that was the only possibility.
Think about it, a truck runs him over, and the next thing he knows he is in a strange place in a body that is clearly not his. He got transmigrated! And in the most cliche fashion possible even.
The usual pack of memories from this body's original owner also revealed a lot of things to him. To start off, he was in the sanctuary, a mysterious place where technology does not work and monsters, or beasts, roam.
Much stronger than anything from earth, these beasts, when killed and eaten, grant Gene Points, that increase one's power and after eating enough of them, one can ascend to the next sanctuary.
He clearly recognized what this was. Super Gene, or Super God Gene, however one may want to call it. A great novel that he had read and appreciated. However, if he truly was reincarnated into Super Gene, that would be one thing with its own series of challenges, but this was not it, at least, not the same Super Gene he knew.
For starters, the time was not right, this world was in the year 500 ASD, or 500 After Sanctuary Discovery. That's right, 500 years since the Sanctuary was discovered. There was no mention of Han Sen or anyone like that, and none of the names in his memories matched those in the novel.
One thing that did match were the Shuras, who were defeated hundreds of years ago, when humanity entered the Fifth Sanctuary. Another thing that was different, the Fifth Sanctuary existed, it was still inside the Sanctuaries, just as the First to Fourth were.
And that is not even the craziest part, that is the size of the human civilization currently. 100 thousand galaxies, that's right, 100 thousand galaxies were under the Alliance, the human government in this world, just as in Super Gene.
So, all these inconsistencies and more that he could see just by going over the memories of this body, called Long Tian, made him believe that he was not in Super Gene, but a universe that for some reason had a lot in common with it.
'Now, next order of business', he thought,
'Panic', and that's what he did, pacing around the room aimlessly, thinking of his life on earth, of his parents, brothers, grandparents, of his non-existent girlfriend. He cried, curled up in a corner for one hour, before remembering where he was.
He was Long Tian now, whether he liked it or not, for him to continue living, he had to assume this identity. And, thinking back to the memories, he realized that he had not been screwed over with this transmigration.
Heir to the Long Clan, one of the most powerful in the alliance, suffice to say that his grandfather was a Peak Gene Knight, what those in the fifth sanctuary were called here.
Just this fact was enough to put him above over 99.9% of the alliance, but, if everything taught to the previous host by their family was to be believed, his family had more ten generation above his grandfather, each stronger than his grandfather.
And that is not all, his clan was the richest clan in the alliance for some reason. Owning an entire planet, and even more insanely, an entire Galaxy just for themselves, named respectively Long Planet and Long Galaxy, showing just a little of the narcissism that rich people have by the default.
So, although he was extremely sad to leave his family and friends behind, it was not like he could do anything at this point, he reasoned.
And this Long Tian guy is pretty much a Son of Heaven times a million, as long as no butt-stabbing protagonist appears, he should be pretty much in the best possible position.
"Alright", he said while getting up,
"From now on, Lucas Smith will be a thing of the past. I am Long Tian, son of Long Ming and grandson of Long Chen!"
Long Tian said while adopting a righteous pose.