Week 1 Residential Part 1 Taking the Reigns

A teen with blonde hair and a slightly to big tracksuit stood up from his seat abruptly. It was a good thing the flight traveled into a nice turbulence freeze zone. No other passenger seemed to be bothered by the occurrence at least.

The teen's eyes were wide as he looked around at what happened to him. Fear and surprise danced in his eyes until he could come to terms that he escaped from the Afterlife. He was known as a "butcher" of all and is now free inside the body similar to his own from a different Dimension to wreak havoc once more.

'Isn't this the flight I took that summer break vacation to New York while leaving my family over in South Dakota because of that little "accident" with the bbq pit blowing up at the neighbors?'

Thinking the matters over, he didn't notice time slowing down in a way. The very physics of the Dimension warps even further around the "escapee" to an alternate past. 'How did I get here when I was just planning my escape from the Soul Grinder!?'

This original was the one known currently as Rexford Hyrcanus. The escapee was known as Rexford Canaanite or better known as the "Butcher" Sovereign of the New Galaxies in the future far away. Also known as the Heretic of Destiny.

The former direct successor of the Archmage of the Centuria Galaxy, in the Asorea Cluster.

The Butcher rembered when he was taken away from his Earth at the age of 30 and embarked on the road of Magical Qi Cultivation. His life on Earth was far from good considering his own intelligence and overall social connections were so poor.

"Tch!" If not for being taken away and having his life altered drastically, Rexford Hyrcanus would have amounted to nothing really. "Even after all this time, this hurts to think about! Even an Alternate Dimension of me is on the same path!"

Snarling as he moved into the restroom to clear his head, the escapee was still elated at least he was not before the Soul Grinder. Thinking of his vast knowledge and all the skills at his disposal made him give a manic grin.

Known as a peerless genius who was most likely to successfully detach from the Dimension and ascend to create a Pantheon of his own, the escapee's confidence only rose higher. Despite all his achievements he still failed to reach the higher levels due to the "Way of the Heart" failing him. He did not have a solid foundation and a strong enough soul.

Considering he gave into despair once before and failed his family in almost every avenue it was to be expected.

The Inner Turmoil from doubt created other Aspects tied to Divinity that he couldn't handle. And due to regrets bursting free which led to his failure. On death, the Afterlife greeted him in the worse way for his crime against other Pantheons on his rise to power emotional vendetta.

Only because of "Destiny's" intervention was he allowed to stand trial for some reason and serve several life sentences as his Soul was weighed and Judged.

1000+ years was not enough to shake off personal matters. it only took the death of one person to crush his already weak psyche and emotional state of himself.

"I have returned as a teenager to Earth!" Rexford Canaanite gave himself a fist pump. Still noticing of the environment changing around him. "This bathroom is not the best place to celebrate." Feeling tired all of a sudden, he sat back down and looked out the window. His vision was slightly blurry and getting heavier. "I am more tired than I thought."

The escapee had devoured the Rexford of this body's soul and now Destiny was coming around to deliver him just desserts it seemed.

*Rip!* A hole was torn in the fabric of the Dimension that kept up with the plane. A miniature Black and Gold hole appeared within that. It was the soul of Rexford who got ripped apart by Destiny on True Earth.

It plunges into the chest of Rexford Canaanite ripping his "insides" apart. Everything about him was swallowed and taken inside before even an instant of resistance was allowed. Faster movement and process than that of expanding "Space" movement.

The indignant Escapee and Fallen Champion was to weak from his escape from the Afterlife and eating the soul of the original to fight back.

The emotions that were useless were turned into energy. Miscellaneous memories were scattered leaving only knowledge of things, key names, and what to look out for majorly through the next few years that may overlap.

A little bit of the knowledge of a Champion was still in his mind after Destiny drilled several of the matters into him over the Millenia before the arrest.

The one in charge now, Rexford Maccabeus finally put years of Military, Corporate, and Wetwork to use to calm down and make sense of the situation.

It was a good thing the flight was long enough for him to come to terms with it all.

"Haaaa..." Sighing heavily, Rexford leaned back in the seat. "...this is beyond insane." Rummaging through the different techniques available, he picked one to sharpen the mind fast. Using what he just obtained to fuel it, soul-wise that is. 'I need to keep everything fresh and secure! No way will I dawdle on returning back to the others.'

The Eight Stages of Mental Cultivation that the Champions and Deities used were something to go over a little.

Giant Gas Cloud

Protostar

T-Tauri Phase

Main Sequence

Red Giant

The Fusion of Heavier Elements

Supernovae and Planetary Nebulae

Galaxy Birth

The thoughts and memory of two people were annoying to get through. Not to mention the Escapee's memory of different magical studies and fighting styles that clashed with his own Military Training.

As he thought this over for the entire flight remainder, several people started to fall asleep on the plane. Lines of Black & Gold left from them, an energy that was produced by their emotions and by Concepts they understood but only key parts of them.

Rexford was trying to sort it out and determine if it was really the same as Qi or tied to him specifically somehow.

Thinking about the other methods of training and how the Butcher ignored it, ticked him off a little. Power was power, after all, no reason to focus on just the one method that he already failed in. The problem was getting control while the airplane continued to move before landing.

*Woosh!* More qi was pulled inside from the surroundings while the plane moved through some unusual clouds. The motion of the plane and its thrusters created Kinetic energy that could be absorbed but it was not as good as the Qi Gas Energy out there high in the Hemisphere.

The quality was poor and muddy from carbon emissions by the jet, but it was better than nothing.

The Black Gold Vortex inside him devoured it all the same. It cared not what energy it ate. As well as the waste and tainted attachment to the Kinetic Energy. The small output returned passed through his Spiritual Roots and Meridians to boost his body.

Each passageway was cleared out of dregs and broken connections. Instead of the excrement process that usually takes place from the expulsion of the pores, it was pulled toward the Black Gold Vortex within him.

Energy left by the other passengers on the flight of various strong emotions came again in a small wave.

Just small traces they wouldn't miss were taken as well slowly from "dreams" and "waking" thoughts.

The "Fear" and propensity for "Violence" were the largest energy taken away. The flight turned more tranquil for the remainder of the journey. Most of the people were falling into a deep sleep after tosing over a little.

The attending stewardess was happy for the quiet break.

Focusing with her coworkers on treating the four or so people that remained awake.

*Scrchh!* On top of Rexford's skin\, microscopic lines formed of Qi. Engraving right underneath the skin tiny Glyphs were placed to help interact with the body and future uses of Qi. The body needed to be taught what he knew even more so as Qi was not something the New Champion had in his Dimension.

The Torture Mind Refining Arts were compiled with the other various methods to loosen the burden on the mind when under stress and his understanding to more simple terms while the gap closed. Since it boosted understanding and one's Intellect it was defintely needed.

"Ugh!" Feeling one's bone shift was not pleasant in the least. 'I have been through worse in Advance Military Training Camp!' A sharp pain in the chest made Rexford grip the armrest tightly.

Until his mind caught up anyway he reforged his Body slowly until it responded as needed. Picking through the quick Body methods of training that came close to making sense with regular Meditation back home.

"I will just set this hear sir." The stewardess set some water and a cut apple down. Looking at his blond hair tips she gave a double at the change in complexion. 'I do not remember his jaw and hair looking like that! The guy could be an amateur model!'

"Thank you... can you bring me some more water please?" Doing the drink in one go, the cool feeling made the situation better. But the ice melted in his mouth. "Just a little parched."

The stewardess gave a nod and would bring him some the second go around.

The Black Gold Sun Art was born. With lots of input from the Earth Rexford came from fighting styles he learned and viewed on tv, in magazines, and while fighting for his life. Imitation and adapting were the highest form of flattery for people after all.

As the new Body Cultivation made changes to the body, Rexford's hair turned darker to a tarnished Gold at the tip. His eyes were a captivating Gold with a Black rim on the outside that seemed to swallow light.

'Those lines of whatever they are seem to just make the Internal Space bigger. As well as the Black & Gold Vortex better. So.. something is happening from it.'

The Gas Giant stage was easy to go through. It would take a few more hours before his body adjusted to the strain, however. The body of the original Rexford was basically garbage. He did not take care of himself at all it seemed.

'No working out and bad mental thoughts from depression... this guy was such a loser! Not to mention the other guy the Butcher was the same when younger but did better as an adult before breaking various laws!' Rexford rubbed his temples to relieve the stress and the pain distraction. 'So much to do to my body just to survive and get everything laid out at least.'

Maybe early evening and he would be done with the Body Tempering Realm. The first 3 Stages were easy as can be and once pushing them further would make the future easier for just day-to-day life.

A few thoughts went to his adult body that was that of a.. retired veteran and active mercenary/businessman back on Prime Earth. Even though he saw less field work and more deals implemented it was better than this body.

"Here you go s..i...." The Stewardess stammered as she bought some more water and apples other passengers didn't want. "... this should help!"

"Oh, thank you once again." He gave a pleasant smile, the stewardess then walked away. 'My looks... a

Reaching into his pockets, a few snack bars were eaten. Eating them quickly the person across in another seat that remained awake, noticed his hunger and thirst.

They offered a few snack bars that they refused to eat themselves due to the taste. Not to mention being full from the first in-flight meal.

"Thanks a lot. Should have eaten before getting onboard." Rexford thanked them kindly and went back to eating and processing cultivation techniques. 'I can not believe how broke he is! I lost all my money coming here to this Dimension! Should ask Destiny to give me money when the first chance arises!'

Mentally he cried tears of frustration from going from a struggling millionaire to a.. broke shitstain.

Countless jewels and gold sat in vaults wasted now. All the people that would inherit were children of his friends and those he invested in or would have to fight in court to claim some of it if he didn't make it back.

"Haaa..." Finishing the last bits of water he relaxed in the seat. 'Body Tempering 1st Stage done. Feel a little better. As for the other way of cultivating... Not gonna step into Qi Condensation until my Body finishes first. But I can store the Qi until ready in preparation.'

The plan was to finish The first 3 Stages of Body Tempering and then Meridian Unblocking 3 Stages in the Body Realm. Followed by the Connecting of it all. The intensity of what it would do to his psyche made him cautious.

Research on Genetics or for that matter, blood tests to figure out what lingered in this body needed to be done. No sense in fighting against any latent illnesses wasting life force or something.

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