The Trials of Alex, The Cultivator

A dark and twisted tale of cultivation, and a world where might makes right. (I’ll expand my synopsis later, as the story unfolds more and establishes itself better.) Rated: M for Mature, R-18+, NC-17, Adult Only, and any other tag that says, “not for children, the traumatized, or those easily offended.” Author Note: This tale has few tags to it, as it’s just beginning to be told, by this author who refuses to place any limits upon his imagination before even starting to share a figment of one of the dreams and nightmares which haunts his mind in the still of the night. If you hate rape, incest, gore, bore, NTR, Swiss Cheese, or farting while under the covers, you might want to skip this story — it *may* contain those elements in the future. (It may *not* contain them either, as I really don’t know what the future will hold for this story.) I’m not Shakespeare. I’m not looking to write the next Harry Potter, or Lord of the Rings. I’m just a poor smuck having *FUN* creating and sharing a world of my imagining. If you’re the type of reader who’s cool with that, and open minded and not easily offended by *whatever* you read, then give this a try, if you want, and feel free to stop reading anytime that my little tale is no longer any fun for you. Story Concept: If you guys are like me, you probably enjoy reading many of the cultivation novels already out there. I’ve probably read hundreds, if not thousands of them already. Usually, they all start out fine. They have a decent hook that draws me into the story, but then after 1000 chapters, or so, I end up dropping the work. Why?? Because they always end up the same! 1000 chapters in, and the main character is either: A) Mightier than hell, able to swat dragons like flies, and yet unable to hold a girl’s hand without blushing and getting a nosebleed, or B) A complete and utter douchebag who tramples over everyone and everything, raping women and slaughtering men countlessly wherever he goes! Even worse is when he turns into C) The combination of both! “A mysterious purple mist made me rape XYZ, but I’m going to take responsibility for it and make them my woman, even though they’ll only be mentioned in passing once every fifty chapters as an afterthought so they can declare their endless devotion and obsession to me, from now on! Battles are almost *always* life ending, and over the stupidest crap. “Bro, you bumped into me! Now me and my buddies are going to break your legs!” BAM! BANG! POW!! Another 8 guys dead just walking down the street…. How the hell can there be any cultivators left in the world, at the rate they all kill each other off and wipe out each other’s sects?? So, this is my little attempt at telling a similar story, but without trying to produce the same glaring flaws that generally ruin the works for me. In this story, might still makes right. Power triumphs all…. BUT… People are still expected to follow certain rules and laws of common society. Personal power is important, but societal power is always greater. Murder a cultivator, expect their sect and the kingdom to hunt you for it. You might get by with beating someone, breaking their legs, or even raping them — but killing or destroying their cultivation? Those are unpardonable sins! This is my envisioning of how a world might exist where cultivation rules supreme, but I’m hoping to give it life and depth with its own cultures, rules, laws, and history. Just don’t think that all of modern Earth’s generally accepted rules hold true here — this is a completely different world, born from the depths of my imagination, and doesn’t follow the norms of current culture and reality at all.