The Great War and a Maniac's Last Stand
A great war had erupted between the immortals and otherworldly beings. Betrayal stung deep — the Celestials, once allies, abandoned the immortal world when it needed them most.
But just when hope had all but faded, a lone Celestial descended onto the battlefield. Like a whirlwind of fury, he fought, killing countless beings. His presence was a beacon of carnage.
In response, the Celestials sent reinforcements — four of their mightiest warriors. Together, they tried to bring him down. They almost succeeded... except he turned out to be a complete maniac. Instead of surrendering, he smiled — a wide, unhinged smile — and self-destructed.
And not just your everyday kaboom. No, he unleashed multiple waves of devouring destruction, leveling everything around him.
The explosion was so intense that not even the Celestials could survive. They were erased — poof — from existence. The otherworldly beings? Toasted.
Amid the chaos, a lone immortal soul, battered but unbroken, escaped into the unknown... flying across the endless multiverse toward a new destiny.
The Reincarnation
That soul eventually descended into a different world, a different universe altogether.
A tiny newborn baby with silver hair lay peacefully on smooth pillows inside a gray wooden cradle, wriggling his chubby hands and blinking at the strange new world around him.
What the hell is this? Where am I? And what the hell are these tiny hands? he thought, glaring at his own fingers like they had personally betrayed him.
He looked around — a basic room. Gray cradle. Smooth pillows. Quiet. Suspiciously quiet.
Wait, where the hell is everyone? he thought, trying to stand up with all the grace of a drunk jellyfish. Failing miserably, he flailed again and noticed a mirror nearby.
He caught a glimpse of himself.
Mmmnnn. Not bad. Handsome as always.
But since no one was around, he resorted to the only thing babies are known for:
"Whaaaaaaa, whaaaaaaaaa!" he screamed for attention.
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The Meeting
Outside the room, a woman in a simple dress sobbed into her hands. Her black hair framed teary brown eyes, and beside her stood a silver-haired man with sharp green eyes.
"Mike," she whispered through her tears, "stop... don't you hear that?"
Mike tilted his head. Yep, that was definitely crying. Baby crying.
They bolted toward the living room. There, they found the silver-haired baby in the cradle, wailing with all the lung power of a seasoned opera singer.
The woman rushed forward, scooping him into her arms. "Don't worry, Mom is here," she soothed, immediately beginning to breastfeed him.
Through her teary smile, she whispered to Mike, "Mike, just let it go. At least it's over."
Mike looked at Rick feeding and nodded, his face softening. "Yeah. We need to forget the past... and move on."
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New Life
In the days that followed, baby Rick noticed something odd.
Plates washed themselves. Laundry folded itself. Clothes danced their way inside after sunbathing.
Witchcraft! thought Rick dramatically at first.
But when he went outside, the world seemed... normal? People hauling groceries. Cars honking. Kids falling off bikes. No magic here.
After two years of careful observation (and lots of drooling), he realized something: his parents were hiding magic powers.
One day, he sat in his crib, tiny hands on his chest, and thought: I don't know how they do this, but... and tried to cultivate.
Shockingly, he felt a different type of energy — like spiritual energy, but with a strange, vibrant twist.
Soon, he began to create a spiritual core inside himself. His parents had no idea.
One day, trying to be sneaky, he snatched his mom's wand. Arla gasped in horror.
"RICK! You can't just grab my wand like that! And you definitely can't use magic in public!" she scolded, snatching it back like he was holding a grenade.
Understanding their seriousness, Rick wisely chose to behave — well, mostly.
They eventually bought him his own wand, and with the giddy enthusiasm of a mad scientist, Rick dived into learning spells, languages, techniques — anything and everything.
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The Rise of a Monster
By age ten, Rick had mastered spells most adults could only dream of.
His parents were over the moon. They thought he was some genius prodigy destined for greatness.
Little did they know, at night, while everyone else snored away, Rick secretly cultivated.
He wasn't just a magician; he was a monster in the making.
Already at Qi Refining Realm 10, he was about to break into the Foundation Realm.
Meanwhile, at school?
Oh, poor school.
Rick bullied senior students in 11th and 12th grade... while he was still in 5th grade. Picture a tiny boy tossing teenagers like confetti.
When asked what happened, his victims could only sob: "He... he used his fists!"
The teachers? They just shrugged. "Well, maybe those seniors should grow a spine."
Even local gangs tried to ambush him once. Big mistake. Within a day, news spread of local gang members mysteriously shooting each other.
Coincidence? Rick thought not.
After one stern warning about broken bones, bullies became model citizens overnight.
He dominated school — academically, physically, socially. Girls of all ages adored him. He got so many love letters his locker looked like a post office.
Rick, being Rick, ignored it all.
I'm not made for this simple 'boyfriend' nonsense, he thought, flexing dramatically in the mirror.
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The Big Day
Rick finally graduated with top grades. Now, the big question: What next?
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At Home
In their cozy wooden house, Rick rubbed his sleepy eyes, then heard voices from downstairs.
Curious, he hopped out of bed.
SNAP!
The bathroom door flung open. The toothpaste cap shot off like a tiny rocket. Toothpaste floated onto his brush. It was all very normal — for him.
Still brushing, he floated downstairs like some tiny, sleepy wizard.
In the living room, he found two men dressed like wizard cosplayers, sitting stiffly on the couch opposite Mike and Arla.
Arla signed some important-looking document, then spotted Rick.
"Rick! Come here, sweetie!"
He trotted over, brush still bobbing in his mouth, hugged her, and plopped beside her.
"Rick! We told you about college, remember? These gentlemen are from the college you'll be attending!" she said, beaming.
"Mmmnnn," Rick mumbled, eyeing the two men suspiciously.
Why do they look like that? he thought. Did they get lost on their way to a cosplay convention?
He rinsed his mouth at the kitchen sink while the floating brush cleaned itself upstairs.
The two men watched all of this with raised eyebrows and mild horror. Yep. Definitely a student we need, they thought.
When Rick came back, he sat with his mom again, hugging her tight.
"Mom! Am I finally going to the magic academy?" he asked, his silver eyes sparkling.
She smiled warmly. "Yes, Rick! They'll escort you there. You'll go with a group of new students."
Ron grinned at the two wizard cosplayers.
They smiled nervously back.
Mike and Arla hurried upstairs to pack his things while Rick, arms crossed proudly, began planning his glorious future.
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It seems Rick is finally going to a magic academy, but...
Where is it?
How will he get there?
Who will he meet?
What chaotic adventures await?
Let's find out in the next chapter!