My thoughts were a whirlwind as I woke up with pain. I was in the Infirmary with needles sticking out of mi chi/ki points. I realized that not keeping my composure let my emotions go astray. A goal was needed for my future but the severity of my situation was clear. I already had enemies and rivals to deal with. So cliche to reincarnate into a Murim world like a webtoon novel. As you can infer, I loved reading them as an escape.

I now had found a collective calm as the physician came to check my staus before letting me return. There were many people scheming to kill me because of my father's past as a guard. He protected the archive's and was tasked with the secret library. Unfortunately, many high ranking Murim Officials conspired together inorder to collect the secret martial arts manuals of each Clan. This was all I knew from what he told me before sending off the cliff...

I hate this murim corruption webtoon bs. Why can't people be real Taoists? In the infinte universes, it seems both evil and good are always balanced or becomiong so. It does satisfy the Yin Yang but also continues the exhausting cycle. Infinite death and rebirth is torture not creation. Maybe I am a pesismist but it makes me wonder if a creator does exist only to keep us caged.

"I am thinking to much" muttering to myself. I had to make a plan for survival or revenge. My decision was not clear but I decided to run with instinct. Afterall, this was not exactly my life. I am Shang Wen in this body but Alex Stewart in mind. The sun was rising as I returned to my room. Looking around I found no clues for information. Just a journel, some needles and a bowl of... liquid?

I lurched foward, cathing myself on the bedstand, cluthcing my head. A painful memory came foward. These needles and..poison I used on myself? Apparently, I as Shang Wen always asked "why does it continue?". The constant pain of lost family, belittled and cast to the low ranks. The irony was sickening. I as Alex asked," Why doesn't it end?" We both suffered from loss at a young age only to suffer in the end as well? These questions aimed at a god, the universe, or fate. Anyone who would give an answer.

"Well, this is stupid." I said as I slaped my hands to my face. I have another life to find an answer. I always wanted to travel back in time to fix my mistakes. This was a different oppurtunity but with the same potential.  First for strength then revenge. I am smart enough to navigate my future after my experiences. 

The sun's glow started permeating the inside of the dorms. I realized that hiding my strength while planning an escape was the only way. I was being watched and pushed to suicide. Afterall, I had gotten the posion from the Tang Clan members in the Apothecary hall. They had talked to me while we intoxicated ourselves at an Inn. Their warnings of coming after my friends was enough to sent me over the edge. Unfortunately for all my enemies, I am determined and have a goal in mind