Smiling brightly, I smirked as he stared at me with pride and pity. It was odd being pitied; it somehow leaves me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth.

Patting me on the head, he turned around, ready to leave, “it’s almost dinner time, study your…Ummm, how do you know how to read?” He asked in bewilderment.

Pausing for a moment, it suddenly came to me, “I-I-can…that’s weird,” None of these people speak English, Chinese, Swedish, or Japanese, and I learned to understand them by listening to Mother in the womb, but reading…when did that happen?

Shaking my head, father shrugged, “hmm, who cares. I will send a servant for you when dinner time comes. Just focus on reading your manual.”

Nodding at father, a part of my mind slowly began tracing all of my movements from the time I was born to now, trying to figure out how I came to learn how to read. In comparison, the other part of my mind started studying the manual before me.

Immortal Origin was based on a man who claimed to ascended to the immortal realm, or so the book suggests. By Unlocking all Twelve Major Meridians, followed by the Eight Extraordinary Vessels and lastly Twelve Divergent Meridians, I would build a foundation of that of an immortal.

Staring at the various poses, I recorded everything down within my Mind Palace. Closing the book, I smiled before looking up in wonder. How far can I go?

Leaping off my bed, I walked into a spacious area before following the Immortal Origin Manual’s first movements.

It reminded me a little of Tai chi but was far more complicated. Spreading my arms wide, I made a large Cemi circle movement with my arms before making various hand signs before bringing them down and up to my chest. A burning sensation was quickly birth from my body, causing me to smile weakly as I continued.

Making another hand sign, I could see my skin turning crimson as sweat poured from my pores. I wanted to scream but gritted my teeth, remembering the torture I had gone through. Not letting it be for nothing, I pushed through.

Grinning like a mad man, I proceeded, taking a large step with one foot. I made a full circle around my body before going the same with my other leg. A loud shattering noise occurred as I groaned in pain. Not daring to look down at my legs, I advanced.

I didn’t know what happened to me mentally, but in my madness, I spent over an hour completing a single movement. Blood and sweat dripped from my body like a waterfall. I had wanted to scream for help, but my body was far too broken to respond.

Smiling, I gazed up at the room, feeling content with what I had accomplished. While the pain was real, compared to the hell before, it was a cakewalk. Very soon, a chilling yet sensual sensation aura poured out from my body, mending my shattered form.

The shattered bones that were sticking out from my legs slowly began to pull back in while I could feel some of my muscles growing stronger.

Darkness clouded my vision, causing me to sigh in defeat. Being a child of one really was annoying. Shutting my eyes, all sound and light vanished as I fainted.

Abruptly a loud sheik shot into my ear, waking me as I gazed at the horrified maid with tears in her eyes.

“Thank god, Thank God, young master, stay awake! I will help you!” She shouted before charging at me in a frenzy.

Pulling a small white pill out of nowhere, she tried to stuff it into my mouth, but I held steadfast, pushing her arm away.

“Who…are…you,” I asked weakly, staring coldly at her as if she was an assassin.

“Young Master, Please take the pill,” she hurriedly shouted, trying to stuff the pill inside my mouth. Only to fail as I looked mockingly at her.

Did she think I the Great Arsene would be poisoned…foolish woman! Pushing my body up, I eyed her before looking up at my father, who had just appeared. He had a horrified expression as he stared at my bloody form.

“Damn it, Arsène, swallow the fucking pill,” he yelled, stuffing a pill into my mouth by force.

Suddenly all the energy and wounds that were still on my body quickly recovered, startling me.

A loud slap sounded as father struck me at the back of my head, “Why the hell didn’t you take the pill? Are you trying to give me a heart attack.” he yelled angrily.

Staring up at father, I laughed guilty, “Stranger, Danger. what if she wanted to kill me or worse.” I defended.

“Then all she needed to do was pick your weak ass up. Look at you, son; you fainted from blood loss. What more could an assassin hope for in their victim.” he countered swiftly with a scowl.

Turning red in embarrassment, I stared at the teary-eyed maid apologetically, “I’m-I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Laughter quickly entered my ears as Eroma appeared, laughing his ass off at what happened. Father still had an enraged look on his face but was clearly trying not to laugh.

“Arsene, what happened for you to get so messed up…did you have your period,” Eroma asked with a red face. His laughter still ringing in my ear.

“Damn it, Eroma, get the fuck out of here,” Father screamed, tossing him through the roof of my room.

Cold sweat covered my bloody body as I could still hear Eroma laughter even while bursting through the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, father, I performed the first movement of my cultivation art, and this happened. I figured that if I didn’t complete it, nothing would happen, so I pushed through, allowing it to destroy my body.”

Father’s eyes sadden as he hugged me. Confused, I stared at him as I heard a soft whimper from his mouth, “Son, do you blame us for what happened to you.”

I froze before shaking my head, “I don’t hate you or mother. I’m sure none of you wanted that to happen to me.” I stated with a kind smiled spoken from the depths of my heart.

Father smiled before staring at the maid, “Clean him up, and prepare a set of Blood Realm pills for him.”

“yes, My lord,”

Gently lifting me up, the young maid took me to the bathroom before stripping me down. I must say this was embarrassing for me, a twenty-eight-year-old stuck in the body of a toddler being cleaned by a beautiful maid.