1.1

“Where am I?” Visibly nonplussed, I questioned myself about my whereabouts. It seemed as if I were engulfed by an endless void of reflectionless black. I was curtailed to a mere dot in the vastness.

“Who might you be?” A mysterious voice which I couldn’t discern the gender of, spoke to me. I glanced at my surroundings and failed to realise its origins.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Me? I’m Mei, the god of this world who summoned you here for a conversation. This is my space, you can’t escape even if you walk endlessly in any direction.”

“I am Wang Lei, a scholar who worked for The Imperial Government during the War of Judgement Era.” My answer was succinct, “I can’t seem to understand, can you prove to me that you are the being you claim to be?”

“You won’t doubt me after this conversation ends.”

“And when will this conversation end?”

“It will after you answer my questions in brief.”

“I’ll try to answer you to the best of my capabilities, but aren’t I a dead man? This must be the afterlife, right? What good will come of interrogating me?”

“Firstly, Wang Lei, was it? Tell me, how did you die?”

He didn’t answer the question I posed, but I had the feeling that if I followed suit, it would end horribly, “Of Starvation if my memory serves me right.”

“Do you have something that you rue?”

“Not particularly. I cleared the scholar test at the age of thirty and managed to earn well for the next twenty or so years living a comfortable life. If there was something that I wish didn’t happen, then it would be the War of Judgement that caused widespread famines leading to my death.”

“I see… You must want to stop the war, right?”

“That is something I had no control over, and I can’t possibly turn back time as a dead man.”

“Wang Lei, I can give you a second chance at life. Would you take it?”

“I’m an orphan. Even if I were to have a second life, I don’t have something worth living for. For whom should I try to better myself through a second chance?”

“The world perhaps. I can reincarnate you, and you can stop the war for me. How about it?”

“What do I get?”

“You get a wish granted.”

“You could stop the war yourself, why me?”

“Don’t. Question. Me. Moving. Forward. Get it? That's my last warning.”

An immense aura suppressed my voice rendering me unable to speak for a moment, but it was released soon. I was terrified and draped in cold sweat. 

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“Wang Lei, you will go back in time and stop the war in my stead. You will do this by walking the path of a martial artist and honing your skills. You will get a wish granted after finishing this task. And you have no say in this matter.”

“You still haven’t proven yourself to be a God. How can I confirm that all of this isn't a lucid dream? This conversation might as be a dream, or it even might be Illusion Arts playing with my vision.”

“You will see it now. Also, one last thing before you go! I've hidden some precious things at the crest of Erad. Find them before someone else does, if you don't they might land in the hands of an evil person, who knows?” The self-proclaimed omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent being giggled. 

“What?”

A blinding light shone with brilliance, abusing my old eyes. My vision was all white, even after I closed my eyes. The pain was intense enough to have me faint within seconds. I fell, and before my head touched the ground, I was already unconscious.

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1.2

To sum up all of Murim in a single phrase would be a challenging task for anyone, but I can confidently claim that the closest would be, A Sea of Blood.

Just like the rivers that contribute to replenishing the sea’s water, The Four Factions, namely, The Orthodox Sects, The Unorthodox Sects, The Heavenly Demon, and The Government, all struggle amongst themselves for power, resulting in bloody conflicts that help replenish the Sea of Blood.

These wars happened periodically, each impacting the Murim in many ways.

Though there have been countless wars in the past, none came close to the impact that the devastating War of Judgement had on Murim.

The Orthodox Sects united beneath a hierarchy with the Five Great Families and Nine Great Sects, to declare a war on the Unorthodox sects after minor territorial conflicts.

This war was prolonged beyond what was expected to be the worst-case scenario, and casualties rose enumerable. Eventually, after ten long years of war, the Heavenly Demon decided to take advantage of the weakening powers. He joined the great war with his forces. But the Heavenly demon was met with fierce conflict by both sides.

The war further prolonged to over twenty-seven years, and no side was ready to give up. I was all but a scholar who watched the war from afar for the past twenty-seven years.

It was when I retired from my scholarly title, at the age of fifty-seven that the Government decided to join in on the conflict.

The government fell within fifteen days, as it consisted mostly of good scholars and not good warriors.

At this point famines and other manmade disasters were widespread due to supplies being consumed by warriors at war. Mass public outrage broke out and all hell broke loose.

The weakening factions had no way to suppress the people's wrath.

All the factions eventually fell at the hands of people who decided to unanimously antagonise the powers.

Before the factions collapsed, they united to suppress the people, causing more bloodshed.

This war led to a staggering number of casualties. Most of the population in Janghu was wiped out, and the central plains' commoners also died of starvation. Chaos was widespread.

Many in the central plains were forcefully taken into conflicts which took their lives. I was no exception. I was forced to help strategists and do a lot of writing during the years of war.

Shortly after the war ended, I died out of starvation. With the huge wealth that I had amassed, I couldn't afford a bowl of rice due to the worsening food crisis. The food crisis was caused due to there not being a central power to regulate the flow of goods. 

But I regret nothing. I lived a decent life and outlived most who were born in my time. But if given the chance to, maybe I would have wished for better times. Maybe I would have wanted the Janghu to be united under one name. But then, imagination and reality are far apart. What can a senile old man do to change the fate of those who died? Maybe,

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