A handsome young man about 1.95 meters tall, with well-defined muscles and long blond hair, was lying in an alley behind some crates and empty barrels. At first glance, you would think that something bad had happened to him.
However, if you get close enough, you can hear his faint breathing. Soon, the dim morning sunlight reaches the young man's face, and upon receiving the ray of light, he frowns and slowly and calmly opens his green eyes.
With one hand, he covers the rays of sunlight that were falling on his face and suddenly puts on an expression of slight pain. Then, he lifted his torso by supporting himself with his hands behind him and sat up.
The young man, who is Feicui Long, speaks to himself: "What the hell is this place?, where am I?, who am I? and why does my head hurt?"
Feicui Long, who stops speaking for a moment due to the headache, suddenly seems to realize something, opening his eyes wide and saying in surprise: "I am Feicui Long, this is my seventh life, I was reborn in the Feicui clan, the guardian clan of the sanctuary of all races. I was expelled at the age of 15 because I could not advance beyond grade 1 of the elemental realm and because I could not summon my contracted creature despite having established a contract."
His memories stopped for a moment, only to resume a few moments later: "I tried to start a life as a mercenary in the city-fortress of Vienna, but I was expelled from my mercenary guild and therefore from the union for not having a group. Even though I worked for 6 months without rest, I was expelled from the guilds union of hunters for not being able to fulfill all my commissions. I only lasted one year before being expelled."
The bad memories in his head did not stop there: "I was in an adventurer group in the guilds union of adventurers for a year and a half, but the team members kicked me out for not being able to advance in my cultivation. I worked for another 7 years in the union before I was finally expelled for not being able to advance in my rank during the required 7 years."
Feicui Long, who withdrew one of his arms to rub his head due to the headache, continues speaking to himself: "And I went to drink at a bar after the innkeeper affiliated with the union asked me to vacate the room, ay…"
Letting out a sigh, he directs his gaze toward the sky and says: "Ironic, I, the proud supreme dragon sovereign, was reborn in the world, the sanctuary of beasts, the home world and birthplace of my younger brother, the god of beasts. My self before awakening my memories suffered to the point of living on the streets like a beggar. Who would have thought I would end up like this."
He shook his head to clear himself and said: "Well, there is no point in lamenting now. First, let's check my status window."
The status window, or status, is a technique that was created by the three great clans in the original universe, also called the absolute universe. The clans united in a meeting and, in a treaty, did several things that were engraved into the law of the absolute heaven.
One of these things is the status window, the absolute language, currencies, and some abilities that each clan individually created, among other things. In any case, it is a technique that is used in all omniverses, multiverses, and universes.
Status Window:
"Name: Feicui Long - Sex: Male - Age: 25 years
Racial Clan: Magic Clan - Subdivision: Mortal Clan - Species: Human
Variant: none.
Mutation: none.
Bloodline: Special bloodline of the Feicui clan
Title: Supreme dragon sovereign, Sovereign of the supreme space clan, Sovereign of the supreme time clan.
Type: Civilized
Special Soul: Soul of the supreme emerald-golden dragon sovereign of space and time
Special constitutions: none.
Abnormal status: Cursed - 5 different curses.
Cultivation realm: Elemental realm - Grade 1 - Advanced Stage - Close to breaking through.
Cultivation paths: Weapon mastery, Mystical energy mastery, Space mastery, Time mastery (Memories unlocked), Draconic Power mastery
Abilities: Third Eye, Summoning, Taming, Necromancy, Creation of golems and puppets,
Divine authorities: Supreme divine authority of time, Supreme divine authority of space, Supreme divine authority of dragons.
Cultivation techniques: "Basic mastery of the four mystical energies part 1, Emerald-golden dragon technique of space and time, Emerald-golden dragon body refinement of space and time."
Battle techniques and spells: "Halberd slash, Halberd thrust, Archery, Energy rifle shooting, Dagger slash, Dagger stab, Fireball, Ice spear, Light,
Feicui Long sighed even more bitterly than before and said: "Aaaa, I expected it. I knew that the curse of that stupid Superior God of curses was going to be the problem. Damn it, I should have dealt with him first in that fight. But wait a moment, that guy only placed one curse on me, where did the other four come from?"
Suddenly, he remembered when his mother in this new life told him about when some assassins attacked her during her pregnancy, but in the end they did not manage to do anything more than leave a few scratches, and apparently their daggers were not poisoned.
By itself, this would not be suspicious, more than an anecdote about incompetent assassins. Even so, from the moment Feicui Long turned 7 years old, his mother's mental health began to deteriorate slowly in a very suspicious manner.
This was already strange in itself, since cultivators do not fall ill in the same ways as mortals. What made it even stranger was that no matter how many medicines were given to restore her spirit or mind, she did not improve and continued to decline.
When Feicui Long turned 15 years old, his mother, although physically healthy, was no longer the same mentally. Her vacant gaze and the words she spoke lacked any sense. Feicui Long had lived long enough to know that it had not been poison and that there had not been severe damage either.
Therefore, the most likely explanation was that those daggers carried one or more curses. The probable target of those curses was his mother, but because Feicui Long had the misfortune of being inside his mother at that moment, several of those curses must have been transferred to him while his physical body was still forming.
Annoyed and saddened by this harsh reality, Feicui Long says: "Great, just what I needed. Now not only do I have a curse made with a divine authority, but there are another 4 causing trouble. If I want to get rid of the curse of the Superior God of curses, I will have to obtain a drop of my blood in order to awaken my 3 authorities and my dragon soul. The problem is, where will I get that blood?"
Then he touches his chin, analyzing the possible solutions, and says: "I do not think it is impossible. A drop of my blood was given to my most loyal vassals, and most of it I kept in the main temples of the dragon god. I only need to find the main temple of the emerald dragon god of space and time in this world and see if the drop is there."
Finally, Feicui Long lets out a sigh and says: "If I do not find it, I will simply dedicate myself to living a peaceful life, although now that I think about it, I have no way to earn a living. My abilities are good, but without money, it is difficult to be able to use them with my cultivation…"
While saying this, Feicui Long directs his gaze to the weapons he carries. Three of them are secured with a rope and covered by a cloth, and another one is in its sheath at his waist. He also looks at his necklace and decides to place everything in front of him.
Feicui Long checks them one by one carefully and says: "Alright, I have a halberd, a bow, an energy rifle, a dagger, and a spatial storage necklace. All of them are growth-type equipment and were gifted to me, some by my mother and others by other people, so that they would increase their power as I became stronger."
Then he grabs his nose, irritated at his past self before awakening his memories: "The problem is that I have not maintained them and I have obviously neglected them, due to the rust on the vast majority of them. Although it is not a problem since they are growth-type, it is still unpleasant to look at. But I have no way to maintain them. Now that I think about it, why do I not simply store them and take them outside? Do not tell me that I still have not made them recognize me as their owner…"
Finishing his monologue, Feicui Long carefully pierces his finger and lets a drop of blood fall on all the objects except the necklace.
Then there is a small glow and the blood disappears, confirming his assumption. There is a brief silence, and when he speaks to himself again, "Are you telling me that I, during these 10 years, did not know that they were of this type? Well, it is the same. It makes no sense to criticize myself for something like this."
With a flash of his hand, the four weapons hide into his two hands, turning into tattoos on his white skin. He simply does not check the necklace. It is not that it is not like the others, but rather that he had already taken it as his own when he was 15 years old and had marked it with his blood.
This necklace is perhaps the most precious memory of this seventh life of his. In addition to being a spatial storage device, it has two images engraved thanks to a recording formation, one of himself with his mother and another of his mother alone. His memories of these last 10 years show that every night he sits down to look at the photograph of his precious mother. After looking at it briefly, he puts it around his neck.
"I had planned to sell some of the weapons, but since they are all growth-type, it does not make much sense to do so, and even less in the state they are in." Feeling frustrated, he suddenly remembers something.
He begins to think about how to make money until he remembers something: "Right, I can be an alchemist and a doctor. To be an alchemist or to do refining and artifact smithing, you need to be a master of inscriptions, which I already am, and I also have basic knowledge of alchemy and refining and artifact smithing, although I never had much talent in alchemy nor in refining and artifact smithing."
While touching his chin, he says, finishing his decision: "But I did have it in inscriptions, and with the support of one or two formations, I could to a certain extent suppress the effects of my low cultivation."
The reason he does not consider refining and artifact smithing is that the materials required to do them require either venturing into a very dangerous mine or buying them, which he cannot afford to do, neither one nor the other.
He also does not consider using his pure mastery of inscriptions, because formations are things that easily attract a lot of attention, and standing out with high-level formations would only lead him to a quick death for not having sufficient strength.
Having made his decision, Feicui Long picks up his remaining money, which is 25 copper coins, dusts himself off, and leaves.
...
While eating a breakfast worth 5 copper coins in the same bar where he drank last night, Feicui Long analyzed in his mind this world, "sanctuary of the beasts".
This world had the 14 races of the mortal clan working together as they normally do. The 14 mortal races are humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, greater beastmen, lesser beastmen, kijin, onis, kobolds, goblins, hobgoblins, orcs, and lesser giants.
In most cases, these 14 races work together, and this is applicable to any omniverse, multiverse, or universe in existence.
The reason is very simple. Mortal races are the weakest of all, in every sense, with the least talent, the shortest life expectancy, among other aspects, because if even working with the 14 races together they barely manage to hold on against the superior races, in many cases they are even on the verge of extinction…
It is therefore not strange that they always decide to work together despite their differences, since mortal races are targets of extermination or enslavement due to their weakness and because of their past with some of the racial clans, and it is that some of the 30 racial clans that group all races hate them to death for certain reasons.
The most well-known example is Earth, which after the planet that had been divided into 35 parts was restored to its original form and original size of 20,854 km in radius and 5,465 million km² of surface area (12,958 mi in radius and 2.11 million mi² of surface area) after the parts were joined, the superior races almost exterminated them, only being saved by their gods…
By the way, this world, the sanctuary of the beasts, measures 2.5 times more than planet Earth with its recovered form, 52,135 km in radius and 13,662.5 million km² of surface area (32,395 mi in radius and 5.275 million mi² of surface area), which adds even more weight to the desperate situation of the mortal races in this world…
He himself saw several of these cases, but of course all of this seemed meaningless to Feicui Long, especially because he was and is the supreme dragon sovereign. But history does not lie, and the present even less, so he found himself in a hostile world in his current form, and in his thoughts he meditated on his recent decision to earn a living as an alchemist in such a hostile world.