Vince stood atop of a mountain. Judging by the time, it was morning time.
Vince' unkempt feature was revealed.
From top to bottom, his whole appearance was more miserable than a beggar.
His hair looked dry with the previous color silver, now it became brown from the blood and mud that smeared on it. His natural crimson eyes blocked by his hair wandered around to examine the surroundings.
He looked tall with two meters height and a lean body proportion. Not to mention how dirty his body was, even his clothes looked like never been washed for how many years.
Vince took a deep breath of air as he wasn't bothered by his appearance at the moment. His attention was at the skies with a confused expression.
"Amazing."
He muttered in a low voice as his eyes wandered around. What made him gasped in amazement was that, his vision changed.
The color of his surroundings changed as if his eyes were having color inversions.
The blue skies looked dim gray yet he could tell that it was morning time. The towering trees, large mountains, vast rivers also have different colors.
What peaked his interest most was the smokey threads of colors in the surroundings that he judged as the various types of energies.
Milky white as the color of light elements and pitch black as the dark elements.
While the transparent smokey color is the profound energies that most practitioners used.
"Oh.. I have one white thread connected in my body."
Vince glanced at his chest as one tiny looking white thread that was attached in him. He tracked the thread and raised his brow to know that it was connected to the young man he met in a prison cell not long ago.
"Weird." He muttered as he continued, "This should be the doing of my Cultivation Technique. My vision, this tiny white thread, my strange power has something to do with that technique."
"Anyways..."
Vince raised his head again and glanced at the skies. He saw lights like shooting stars slowly descending on the planet he was in.
With one look, he could tell that those were not some random rocks that falls from the space, but individuals with various energy levels. Some uses treasures like floating arcs. Some even uses various looking beasts to descend.
What intrigue him was that, each descending light came in were paired individuals.
He also noticed six unmoving individuals in the space. By their aura restrained into minimum, he could tell that they were not ordinary practitioners.
"System, what is the name of this planet?" He muttered in his mind.
Hearing no responses after a few seconds of waiting, Vince shrugged and never asked again.
He then focused his vision and the inversion of colors disappeared.
His vision now was of normal. Glancing around, he noticed the situation of his body.
"Guess I need to find a river to freshen up."
Vince eyed the closest river and with a slight jump, he disappeared in place.
BOOOM!
A few thousands of kilometers away from where Vince stood, a torrent of water suddenly spread in all directions scaring the the various demon beasts nearby. It was as if a bomb just drop in the river and formed a cloud of mushroom from the aftermath.
Vince twitched his lips from the scene he created. At first he thought of warping space in order to arrive at the place. Yet the outcome was worse as he couldn't control his newfound power.
"Guess I need to practice controlling my power later."
Shaking his head, Vince left the place butt naked after washing himself clean.
With his shiny butt being displayed in the surface, he has no other choice and used the mask of mischief and transformed. He now dressed with a black tuxedo set with shining black leather shoes.
What satisfied him was that, the clothes and shoes in his body felt real. At least the clothes won't be a problem for the time being.
However, with his lean stature, Vince looked like a malnourished middle aged butler in a high class mansion.
Then with a thought, his body became buff as if his body gained a mouthful of air. Perfected muscles grew in the right places making him the sexiest man on the planet.
"What a convenience."
Vince clicked his tongue as he nodded in satisfaction.
While flexing his new muscles, Vince suddenly heard a rustle of clothes in the distant forest from the other side of the river.
A person rushed to the river with astonishing speed while jumping in tree branches like an agiled ninja.
Vince already guessed the purpose of the person coming. It was to check the commotion he created earlier.
Soon, a black hooded person glanced around at the vast river to determine if he can grab some opportunity. However, seeing only random fishes that have been washed out, nothing else are out of normal.
The black hooded person shook his head in dismay. He guessed that it was the doing of a powerful beast splashing around the river.
When the black hooded person was about to leave, the corner of his eyes caught at the sight of Vince who also eyed on him from the other side of the river.
His heart skipped a beat when he realized that Vince was only a mortal being with no energies fluctuation on him.
"Why is this mortal able to see me even though I concealed myself well?"
The person muttered in a low voice and his expression changed as he realized something.
"Mortal? Don't tell me he's...!"
The black hooded person was startled and eyed the surroundings once again with vigilance. He summoned a treasure sword and positioned himself into a defensive stance.
Few minutes passed by and the area was silent as ever. The black hooded person became puzzled and looked a Vince who was about to leave.
Meanwhile, Vince was also puzzled at the strange action of the black hooded person.
He also noticed a tiny green thread from the black hooded person slowly connected to his body.
However, he has no time to think about it and be on his way. Trying to figure out what's his next plan.
"W-Wait!"
The black hooded person called out as his figure blurred for a second and arrived not far from Vince.
Vince faced the person and squinted his eyes at the treasure sword he wielded.
"Ahem! I mean no harm." The black hooded person kept his sword as he apologized. His tone was calm and even a hint of servile coated on it. He continued, "My name is Lukas Grey. May I know this brother's name?"
Vince showed a hint of surprise as he clearly knew that his body contained no aura. He was no difference from a harmless mortal. Yet the man in front of him treated him differently. Even a hint of respect when speaking to him.
"My name is Vince Jordan."
Vince played along and wanted to know the motive of the man in front of him.
"Oh. So it's brother Vince." The black hooded person laughed heartily as if he already befriended Vince from the tone of his voice. He asked, "What is brother Vince doing here in the wilderness? May I ask where is your 'Guardian'?"
"Guardian?"
Vince asked back as his interest peaked.
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Cursed Fate of a Peasant
FantasiVince Myers, an ordinary salaryman, got betrayed by his closest friends. His brothers and sisters died one by one in a mysterious accident together with his parents. His one and only beloved son whose terribly ill was tortured to death by gangsters...
