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A cultivator who belongs to immortal tribulation stage [second last stage of cultivation], dies of old age after failing to ascend to eternal life being realm [last stage of cultivation after which a person becomes immortal]. When he wakes up, he finds himself in a strange world akin to hell with pollution and poverty everywhere. He has also lost his prowess from his previous life, but to his fortune, he was found by some people who work for non-government organisations and put into an adoption center. But he was never adopted. At the age of 15, he decided to try cultivation again, after taking a break for a few years and also earn part time to support himself. The first time he tried, he failed. And also managed to unleash a demon who had been trapped for years. The next day, he was informed that a billionaire is coming to their adoption center, and to his surprise, the billionaire decided to adopt him. 'This guy is suspicious. Does he know that the demon was unleashed by me?' He thought. 'I need to trap the demon back.' The cultivator suddenly decided one day. But it was impossible for him to do it as he had to start from scratch. It's a story about an OP character becoming OP again in an unfamiliar world. [PS: this is my first time trying a fantasy cultivation type story. I would appreciate your reviews and criticism]

Kindapassingby · Fantasy
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24 Chs

Chapter 2: The demon

His iris suddenly had turned green from golden. I felt the same aura which I felt back then when I first met him again.

Chills ran down my spine.

"One thing you need to know," He started, "No arguments at some topics. Understood?" His voice suddenly turned heavy. Is he really possessed?

But how? I clearly saw the demon go towards the city! How did it possess dad? And was he present back then too? How come I didn't notice? I thought everything would be fine now but...

I looked down at my hands. When did I become so weak? This is a very grave matter. More grave than I thought.

I heard dad sigh. I looked up at him. His eyes were golden again. And he was looking at me. He looked disappointed. The look he gave screamed that he was a bit upset.

What is happening? I need to investigate this matter better. Otherwise if dad completely gets possessed...

But why am I doing this? Is it because he's adopted me? Or is it because I feel it's my duty to save people or because I feel I need to owe for what I did? Definitely not the first one but... which one from the last two? It's a tough choice.

"It's good that you understand. I am sorry. I just snapped. I should not have done that. Did it scare you?" He asked. His voice became soft and concerning again.

"A bit..."

"I am really very sorry." He put his hand on near my cheek and asked,"May I?" Is he asking for consent to touch me? Well I don't mind so, "Yes." He put his hand on my cheek and caressed it. It was comforting." My wife is in comma, boy. It was an attempted murder. You need to know how dangerous it can be even in the house. Yes?"

"Yeah. I understand."

"Great. Let's move on to the next part then."

"Next part? Is there any other side of the mansion left to see?" I even need to make a plan Mr to know about the demon in you. Please gimme some time off.

"Oho no no." He chuckled. " I want to talk with you about the rules of the household."

"Ah..." I just came and you are already bombarding me with information like an employee on the first day of work.

"Take a seat please." His voice turned a bit dominant but it was not threatening like before when the demon took over. It was calm like before but still, not unsettling like how it felt when the demon was talking.

"yes." I took a seat on the coffee table chairs set near the French window. I could see the forest outside. Intresting... there was just a wooden fencing marking the forest and no real wall of sort. These people literally take forest for granted to not put a better fence over there.

I could just actually sneak out of here to the forest and run away if anything happened. I just need to figure out the exit to do so.

"So first thing," He suddenly grabbed all my attention from the previous topic.

"Yes?" I said.

"No sneaking out."

"Ah... That's the first thing we talk about?"

"It was not initially a rule, but after the way we met eachother, I think it needs to be said."

"Yeah well, I understand."

"On that note, as long as I know where you are and who do you have with you, and which bodygaurd is assigned to you, you can stay out till late night."

"I- woah, seriously?" He took away something but gave back to me another thing much cooler than that.

"I researched a bit in the past two days about why adolescents sneak out and that's because they are asked not go somewhere, or rather restricted, leading for them to do something even worse. Hence, doing that is better than anything else."

"Wow..." This man is super into this parenting thingy. "So, how do I inform you?"

"Your bodyguards and PAs will be with you so you can tell them to inform my assistants."

"So... I don't get a phone?"

"Phone is a luxury when you have your own staff for yourself and since contacting being the only thing you have going for a phone, I don't think you need it yet. But I will get you one on your 16th birthday."

This is so disappointing. Being a billionaire's son now, I thought I would get whatever the hell I want. I guess no 'daddy buy me North Korea' or some shit over here.

"What if I wanted to use it for searching something?"

"I will provide you with a laptop or PC or I-pad of your choice."

"Guess will have to use the phone Ray gave me."

"Ray did?"

"Yeah! when I finished elementary school I didn't wanna go back to middle school because I knew studying is not my cup of tea so Ray said he would get me anything and I asked for something impossible which was a phone and believe me he actually got a phone for me such that I would start going to middle school."

"My... he loves you to the core doesn't he? I have to perform better then."

"This is not a competition dad."

"Did you just..." He suddenly started in between.

"What?" Did I say something offensive? Is he upset? Is he gonna throw me out?!