Chapter 2: Origin Energy

Chapter 2: Origin Energy

Miguel turned around calmly and saw a woman looking at him with wide eyes.

She had black, messy hair. She has mature beauty and a curvaceous body. She was wearing ragged clothes, and she was full of sweat as tears slowly formed at the corners of her eyes.

She ran towards Miguel and held his hands right away upon arriving.

"Miggy, are you alright now?" Her sweet and worried voice resounded in Miguel's ears.

She observed Miguel from head to toe and even put her palm over his forehead and neck as if searching to see if there was anything wrong with him.

"I rushed to the main house for this medicine, but it looks like we don't need it anymore," she stated with a deep sigh. Her voice carried with it a hint of relief.

"Miggy, come back to bed first and recuperate properly. You just recovered from the fever. Wait for me here; I'll serve some hot soup for you."

Her words continued to flow out of her mouth. There was no time for Miguel to reply, or rather, she didn't wait for his reply as she had never heard him converse with anyone else before.

She led Miguel to the bed as she went out of the room to fetch the soup that she was talking about.

Meanwhile, Miguel sat on the bed with a wondering expression.

"Sara," he muttered under his breath as he observed her departing figure.

She was the woman who has taken care of the fool Miguel since he was an infant. The woman who did not abandon him even after knowing his condition.

"A good child and a good mother." Miguel nodded his head in approval of Sara's character.

The only two good things that the fool Miguel has. His handsome face and his mother, Sara.

Now, he lost them both, and perhaps even after his death, he was still oblivious to what was happening around him. Miguel knew of this, as he has the memory of the fool Miguel.

There was no thought process in the memory at all, and it seemed as if he was observing a recorded show rather than a memory inheritance or fusion. It did not affect him even the slightest; just a hint of sympathy arose within him.

Miguel shook his head at how pitiful this child was.

This energy was what he discovered after countless trials and errors. Upon the discovery of this energy, he theorized that this might be the catalyst for him to break through to the next realm of cultivation.

He and his disciple were stuck in the same realm for thousands of years. The reason for his betrayal was probably his eagerness to reach the next realm first.

Unfortunately, this eagerness was also what caused him to lose his master and the opportunity to reach the next level. After all, he only reached his current realm with Miguel's full help.

Anyway, Miguel believed and confirmed that this Origin Energy was actually present everywhere and anywhere in the universe. He believed it was the origin of all energies, including the Spiritual Energy and the Mana Energy.

He believed that Spiritual Energy and the other forms of energy used in different power systems were just broken forms of the Origin Energy.

Origin Energy was the purest form of energy. Untainted and pure, it was even more holy than the Holy Energy of the Angel Race.

As his thoughts wandered, Miguel began to circulate and tried to sense the energy around him.

In fact, his goal in trying to cultivate was actually to confirm something.

If the theory and knowledge from his previous life were effective and he was able to sense the energy of this world using the cultivation technique he created, this means that he was still in the same universe as his previous life.

If not, then he must have been transmigrated into another universe with a different set of rules and laws that were not compatible with what he learned from his previous life. If that were the case, it would be unfortunate, as his advantage would be drastically reduced.

Miguel's brows contorted into a frown. He concentrated and meditated, trying to sense the energy present in this world.

Seconds turned into minutes, with the energy nowhere to be found.

'Could it be that I am truly in a different universe or plane?' He frowned and was about to continue his meditation when he heard a commotion outside of his room.

The sound of things being thrown and getting smashed to the ground resounded as a woman's cry was heard over the door.

Miguel opened his eyes and walked towards the door with a frown, planning to check what was going on outside.

The moment he opened the door, a sight that made his blood boil in anger entered his vision.

"STOP!!"