Chapter 21: Ranks

Chapter 21: Ranks

Miguel stood up from the bed and looked at his changes in the mirror.

Unlike yesterday, the changes in his body were not that exaggerated. He noticed that the volume of his muscles had increased; he looked a little buff as his physique was slowly getting toned like a sculpture.

With his current body, Miguel was now even more confident of defeating Carlota's wolf with his bare body alone.

He marveled at how magical the Origin Energy was.

Its effects were at least one hundred times stronger than Spiritual Energy or Qi, that cultivators use to cultivate.

Miguel summoned his grimoire and looked at his current status profile.

The grimoire can gauge a person's strength and quantify it for easy scaling.

The jet-black grimoire, which was now adorned with bronze lines, floated in front of him. He flipped to the front page and saw his information on it.

[Name: Miguel

Age: 18 Years Old

Level: (Undefined) (Novice Martial Artist (Advance))

Summoner Rank: Apprentice (Beginner)

Innate Skill: Boundless Sage of Knowledge

Skills:

Techniques: (Unnamed Scripture (Unknown Grade)) ]

The previous blank space after the 'level' was now filled with something.

The second phrase was another power system in this world, according to Marcel.

Those who were not fortunate enough to awaken a grimoire would be able to train in internal martial arts and progress their strength through repetitive and disciplined training. Their realms were named from weakest to strongest, being Novice, Warrior, Adept, and then Master Martial Artist.

After cleaning, Miguel sat back at the top of his bed as he contemplated what name he should give to this powerful technique.

His mind began to wander as memories of his past life flashed through his mind.

His experience, the joyous moments, betrayals, parting, and many other memories were played inside his mind.

He entered a trance, this time not because he wanted to cultivate but rather because he wanted to search for a suitable name for the technique he painstakingly created. This was how important the name of a technique was.

His emotion surged as every memory assimilated properly into his brain; even the fool's memory was included in it. Tears dropped at the corners of his eyes when he reached the memory of him being betrayed by his beloved disciple. However, it soon turned into rage as his eyes snapped open with a glint.

He found it.

A very suitable name for his cultivation technique.

This technique involved his conviction to breakthrough to the ceiling of his universe.

His conviction to return to his previous strength and enact his vengeance.

A name that not only properly described the intention of the technique but also properly described his utmost desire.

"From now on, I shall name you,"

"Return of Origin!"

BOOM!

The world trembled once more.

This time, not only the strong experts but even the weakest humans and beasts could feel the tremor and changes in the world.

At the same time, his grimoire was automatically summoned from his inner world.

As if celebrating, it spun widely in front of him as it flipped through the first page excitedly, as if a kid was trying to show something to its parent.

Miguel looked at the contents on the first page and smiled at the noticeable changes.