"..James Carton, Emily Watson, Michael Collins, Sarah Reed, and finally—"
"Damon Crown!"
Under the clear, bright sky, standing on the top of a boulder high above in the mountains, an old man wearing an eastern robe spoke with a tone of full authority as he read the names on the parchment.
Caves and traditional eastern buildings stood tall around him as he gazed at the group of people who began to stand and assemble, called out one by one, all holding their heads down.
From the perspective of a normal person, the scene was something straight out of an eastern drama—though none present here had any facial features representing the natives of the East.
"All 300 of you have failed to reach the Qi Sensing Realm by the age of 18. All of you have contributed greatly to our Clear Sky Sect, but... unfortunately, your talents are not enough for the sect to support you."
"Following the code of the sect, I, Daniel Collins, an elder of the outer sect division of Clear Sky Sect, now expel you from the servant division."
"For all of your contributions towards the sect, I provide you all with 10 gold coins, which should be enough to survive in the mortal lands for a while. Now go to your caves and pack your belongings. You have till sunset to leave the servant grounds. If not, disciplinary action will be taken against you."
The man spoke with a tone of indifference as he glanced at the group of three hundred who, with every word of his, began to grip their hands tighter in anger. Some broke into tears, while some silently accepted the fact of their expulsion.
Turning his face once again to the group where the rest of the people wearing servant-class robes stood, he gave out a small smile before speaking.
"And the rest of you, those who have reached the Qi Sensing Realm—congratulations! You are all being promoted to outer sect members of the Clear Sky Sect."
"WhoooHoo!"
"Finally! Yes!"
Loud cheers rang throughout the ground as the group celebrated their advancement, sprinkling salt on the open wounds of the ones who were expelled and still stood there, holding their heads down in despair.
Standing amidst the ground, dead last in the corner, the man with black hair gripped his hands tighter as his nails dug into his skin.
Drip Drip
The blood trickled down his hands, but the pain only encouraged the man to dig deeper as he gnashed his teeth in anger.
"..Damnit"
***
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Loud curses rang inside the cave as the owner—or should we say the former owner—of the cave now punched the wall with full strength in impotent rage.
His hands bled, his knuckles wrecked, but there was no stopping the barrage of punches.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
"Fuck it!"
With a final punch to the wall, that even after so many strikes barely had a scratch, the man screamed as he slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall as he panted harder.
Huff.. Huff..
Fuck this sect..
"Four years of hard work for what? 10 gold coins?"
Gripping the cheap cloth pouch in his hand, Damon threw it in irritation, causing the shimmering gold coins to scatter around.
His black eyes were filled with rage, and his long black hair had become a mess.
Damon's chest heaved up and down as he slowly began to calm down and looked around at the mess he had made in the cave he had spent the last four years in.
"Tsk.. I might literally be the most incompetent transmigrator of all time."
Damon clicked his tongue as he reflected on his behavior—his outburst and lack of self-control—even after being, what? 33 years old mentally...
Yeah, Damon was a transmigrator.
No, this is a cultivation world... so I should call myself a time traveler.
Yeah, Damon is a time traveler from Earth... I mean the Blue Planet.
An average 15-year-old teenager who was drowned in the world of anime, manga, and novels. He was too deep into that shit to the point that, after his death due to an accident, he woke up in this strange world of cultivation.
He was born as the son of a rich farmer and a loving mother who passed away in a pandemic when Damon was 12 years old. Now orphaned, Damon inherited the farms, but knowing of the existence of cultivators, he sold all his inherited assets and traveled to Clear Sky Sect in order to learn more about the mystery of cultivation.
Having the talent to cultivate, Damon got admitted as a servant to the Clear Sky Sect and started his journey of cultivation. But alas, his talent was not the best, leading him to the present—where he was expelled for his lack of talent.
"When I think about my past clearly... doesn't it
sound like a protagonist setting?"
Transmigrator, dead parents, no talent...
A setting befitting of a protagonist, I'd say, in most novels.
But there's a twist...
"I ain't the lone protagonist..."
>Name: Damon Crown
Cultivation: Body Refining 9th Stage (Middle)
Trait: Hunter of Heirs
Heirs Hunted: 0/99