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Chapter 1: The hell that is Murim.

As someone who is an avid reader of Isekai novels, I would be lying if I said I didn't think about getting isekai'd at least once. When life was at it's shittiest peak, I almost welcomed the thought. But I loved Komachi too much to leave her alone in such a savage world.

So getting hit by a truck after checking out Soubu's admission list was not in my plans to say the least. I was crossing the road after making sure the signal was correct when a truck came out of nowhere like a certain pro wrestler's move.

The next thing I knew was pain, lots and lots of it. I don't know why Isekai novels don't go into details about how much the protagonists suffer when they get hit by a truck but let me tell you, breaking every conceivable bone in your body as you go is not a great feeling.

Next thing I knew, I was lying on my back in a huge forest, fresh as I ever had been. There was no wayward God giving me cheat powers or anything of the sort. I was simply there. So I sat there brooding about the unfairness of life for a bit until it was time to wake up and leave.The first order of things was to find a town to get an idea about where I was.

Finding one wasn't that hard since I saw it as soon as I left the forest. It was a town that looked like it belonged to the ancient times but not the mediaeval European style that most Isekai went with. This was strictly Eastern with majority of the people in sight wearing clothes that looked similar to the Yukata that we wore in Japan but with some changes.

I was blocked at the entrance to the town by a bunch of guards who were speaking a language that I didn't know but still understood. That was probably my protagonist privilege at work. But when I informed them that I had no money to pay the entrance toll, they laughed at my face and kicked me away. Whatever happened to Isekai people being good natured at first meeting.

So with no other way to enter town, I decided to circle around the walls looking for any way in until I found a small hole in the wall that was barely large enough for me to for through.

The area I entered into was a deserted alley with no other people around and since it was getting dark, I found a corner and went to sleep there, marking the end of my first day in an Isekai.

Day 2.

First order of business for the day was finding food and since the people here weren't nearly as accomodating towards poor people, I had to get a job to feed myself. This ended up being easier than I expected since an old guy running some sort of tavern was more than willing to employ me in exchange for three square meals and no payment.

Societal interactions are not my strong suit but desperate times called for desperate measures. My job as a waiter went quite smoothly as there was no cliche bad guys trying to hurt the business happening. I learned some details about the town and the world from the old man who was called Sang Jinwoon, a suspiciously Korean name.

Apparently this city was called was called Da'jeon and was one of the biggest trade cities in the Venerable Dragon Kingdom. It was one of the many small kingdoms part of a gigantic empire called the Golden Empire.

There were things that the old man was hiding but I figured that I'll eventually find out.

Day 7

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A week had passed since I first came here and I must say that the more I looked into things, the more fucked up the world was becoming. There was a public library that I visited daily to find out more about the world and what I read wasn't exactly heartwarming.

Apparently this was a land of constant wars with the last one happening as close as an year ago. There was martial arts clans all around the world with powerful martial artists having some sort of energy called qi.

In this city there are three different clans who were constantly at each other's throats so I had to be wary about that.

Day 20.

By now I wanted nothing more than to go home. This place was not for a person like me who was so used to the peace of earth. In just three weeks, I have come across over thirty different dead bodies in different parts of the town and the worst bit was that no one seemed to care. Some people came and cleared the mess as everyone else went on with their business. I was physically getting sick of all this.

Apparently, there were qi specialists who could manipulate space and for me that was the biggest hope of going home. But to get my hands on any techniques l, I had to join a clan which was not easy. One of the clans were holding a screening test for amateurs which I joined and so I bid farewell to the old man who was the only decent person I knew.

My protagonist privilege shined as I was diagnosed with having an above average talent for martial arts and so, I officially became a part of the Golden Lion clan.

Day 50.

Clan training was anything but easy for a wannabe neet like me. Everyday we trained for more than 12 hours. The clan was divided into three sections, the outer disciples, which I was part of, the inner disciples and the hidden sect.

The outer disciples comprised of low level apprentices that had little to no experience or were not talented enough. Basically we are the canon fodders on case a clan war happened.

The inner disciples was filled with high level disciples who had good or great talent. They received expert attention and was raised to fill in semi-important positions in the an. They received access to far more resources than the outer sect.

The hidden sect was basically a group of thirteen disciples that had once in a generation talents and commanded the absolute best treatment. They were the equivalent of popular movie stars on Earth. But as an outer disciple, I had yet to come across even one of them.

Speaking of martial arts and talents, qi training was the most important part of it. Our instructor taught us that qi was a universal energy that was omnipresent and could strengthen the body to monstrous levels. The strongest of qi practitioners could demolish a mountain with their bare fists. A person's talent was decided by how much qi he could absorb from the world and turn it into his own.

We were taught basic katas of the Golden Lion clan's martial arts and were taken to a secluded part of the clan mountain where qi was more concentrated. Of course it was nowhere near as good as the ones given to the inner disciples but it is what it is.

Day 100.

One thing I came to know as practise continued was that I was anything but normal. The rate at which my body absorbed qi was faster than anyone in the entire sect.

Of course, with me being as paranoid as I am, hide this little fact expertly. The last thing I needed was to get dragged into needless battles stemming from someone else's jealousy.

Each passing day, I grew stronger. Right now I could break steel if I tried hard enough and the best thing was that there was no end in sight. Our instructors were still teaching us basic forms which was understandable since perfecting the basics was important.

Day 200.

Days passed and yet my body never stopped absorbing qi. But I came to realisation that even though my qi reserves were larger than even the clan head, it did very little in strengthening my combat power anymore. I was like a mage in an RPG that had ginormous MP but no spells that could make use of said MP. We were starting to learn intermediate techniques by now but the progress was excruciatingly slow. My best bet was to become an inner disciple without drawing much attention to myself which I ended up accomplishing during a promotion test for the outer disciples after basic forms had been taught.

Since there were hundreds of outer disciples that passed the test, I never stood out enough to draw any attention. And so my life as an inner disciple began.

Day 365.

It has been an year since I came to this world and the experiences I had here was so thick that I was starting to forget my original life. As an inner disciple, I had to do certain clan missions that almost ended up getting me killed on multiple occasions but I persevered.

My qi absorption was still going strong and whenever I entered the cultivation field for the inner disciples, it doubled. By now I had so much qi that no one was able to even perceive it. The training was much harder as well but it was worth it. I even had the honour of meeting one if the 13 hidden disciples. Although her qi reserve weren't that impressive, she was strong. So strong that even I could tell at a glance.

3 years later.

It's been a long time since I came here. I lost count of the days.

To be honest, I don't remember much from my old life. The only person I remember is Komachi and even she is slowly becoming a distant memory with each passing day. I forgot how my parents looked like. I don't remember anyone who bullied me. This world was hogging all my attention.

By now I was undeniably the strongest member of the sect although no one was aware of it. My position didn't rise above a middle level inner disciple but it was more than enough to avoid any unwanted attention.

5 years later.

Apparently the Golden Lion clan, while being the strongest in Da'jeon, was nothing more than a fodder for stronger clans. I was one of the lucky few out on a mission when some demon clan from another city wiped us out. The other two clans in the city colluded with the Demonic Practitioners to get rid of The Golden Lion who were getting far too powerful for them.

The 13 hidden disciples and some of the stronger inner disciples escaped while the others were slaughtered.

Did I feel bad about it? Well, not really. By now I was more than accustomed to the dog eat dog nature of this world. The strong survived while the weak were nothing more than playthings for the strong. Although I didn't really remember anyone from my old world, the lessons I learned from there was more than enough for me to not want to form any permanent bonds here and that worked in my favour. I was never emotionally attached to the an and so it's destruction didn't affect me by much.

The next thing I had to do was to leave Da'jeon and find new places to hone my skills. Space-time techniques were exclusive to the strongest of clans so I had to find a way to join them.

10 years later.

For the past few years, I wandered across the continent trying to find anything that I could use to grow stronger. An unexpected battle had shown me that there was a lot of monsters hidden in the dark that were far too strong for me. So I trained by fighting monsters across the world. My qi reserve was something I rarely paid attention to. I hoarded techniques that I came across, plundered hidden ruins in search of more power. By now I was popular enough to have gained a bounty.

They called me the "Ghost in the fog" due to my exceptional stealth skills. Of my original 108 loner skills, Stealth Hikki had levelled up to the point where I could completely fool all seven senses.

My search for a solid space-time technique led me to my current location, the Blood Lotus Clan. They were the best in the continent as far as space techniques went and even invented long distance teleportation. All I needed to do was become someone important to the clan and I could get my hands on all the techniques that I wanted.

At least, that was the plan until everything went to shit, again.

15 years later.

Remember the times when I said that this world was prone to wars? Well guess what? I got stuck in one.

Some massive dickhead called Luo Aotian with a persecution complex started a world war that turned into an all out brawl between all the big clans and unfortunately, the Blood Lotus was involved.

My idea for the war was simple, survive long enough until you are influential enough to use the clan secrets but it worked a little too well for my taste.

By now, I was strong enough to beat just about anything. I had nearly infinite qi and techniques that could make use of it. Hell, I could blast the continent to smithereens and be nonchalant about it. Even the hidden monsters in the world was no match for me now.

Under such circumstances, surviving in a battlefield was easy for me but I ended up overdoing it even as the clan's pillars fell one by one. Eventually, I ended up becoming the most experienced member of the clan and the position of clan head was passed onto me unanimously.

Now I was above forming emotional bonds with anyone but that didn't mean I would betray someone's trust. And so I became the clan head and everything spiralled down quickly.

20 years later.

"Master, we have cornered Luo Aotian to the Deserted temple. The space around it is sealed off according to your orders." Qiu Ruonxi was one of the upcoming geniuses of the blood moon sect when I took over. An unparalleled beauty with golden eyes and raven hair, she was currently one of the most desired beauties on the continent.

"So that slippery bastard finally got caught. It's high time that he was dealt with so we can put an end to this war." It had already been five years since I became clan head and the war was coming to an end with my side being the undisputed winner. Although I ended up exposing my strength to the world, I was too powerful for anyone to even think about trying something.

I had enough blood on my hand to fill a small country but I didn't feel too bad about it. Such sacrifices were necessary for war. The Blood Lotus had united a large number of smaller clans under me which gave me control of the largest army in the continent. We even had control over ten out of the twenty countries of the former empire which fell apart after the war had began.

I walked out of my office. It was time to end this pointless war.

As I stood before Luo Aotian and his harem of peerless beauties, a stray thought hit my mind. ' Isn't this guy exactly like a protagonist of a cultivation novel? ' But I didn't brood on it too much. He had caused too many losses to go unpunished.

"So you finally got caught huh. Whatever happened to young Master Luo's supreme divine luck?" I asked/taunted the young man who wad standing ten feet away from me in front of his women.

Luo Aotian was a special case as far as I could tell. He was part of some small clan that got obliterated by a bigger clan and had his childhood sweetheart stolen. Then he cultivated in God knows where until he came back and took revenge on said clan. That girl, Yan Mengmeng was hiding behind him currently. Now this was fine and all but he offended too many people to get here.

"To think the mighty God of War would resort to such lowly tactics. You are an embarrassment." He was mad at me for so e reason.

" Well I would have killed you one on one if it wasn't for your habit of running away from unwinnable fights. I'm tired of your antics you know." I said as I beheaded him in one fell swoop. The girls behind him started screaming but I couldn't care any less.

"Ruonxi, do what you want with these girls. While they are guilty of helping him, they haven't caused too many issues for me to kill them. " I said as I walked away.

" You are so kind master. I shall do as ordered."

With Luo Aotian's death, the war finally ended. His harem were all turned in Ruonxi's personal slaves which was the best outcome considering the alternatives. Since I left most of the clan management to Ruonxi, I was free to research into Space-time techniques as much as I wanted. It took me some time but eventually I found a way to return back home.

However, I didn't particularly feel much need to return there. All my memories of home was nothing more than a blurred image. I couldn't even remember how Komachi looked like. She was the only one who's name I remembered even now. And so I left the study without much thoughts, leaving the newly developed technique in my brain.

"Ne onii-chan? ".

"What is it imouto?".

" If I run away from home again, will you find me? ".

" Of course I will. You are my precious Imouto after all. Hehe, I bet that scored a lot of Hachiman points".

" Siscon! "

As I was sleeping, this was the dream that played in my head. To be honest, I couldn't make out any faces but I had a vague idea that this was a part of my past. As I kept dreaming, the scene changed from the warm house to a desolate building.

"Onii-chan, you promised me you'll always be here for me but you broke your promise." The girl from earlier was standing on top of a huge building looking down

"I don't want to be alone anymore." She said before she jumped off the building.

"Komachiiii!" I woke up screaming a name that I thought I didn't care about much. Apparently, she was too important for me to forget.

The next few days, I perfected my newly created technique until I believed it was ready. It was time for me to leave but not before finishing everything. I called up my apprentice who was becoming increasingly busier in my stead.

"You called master?" Ruonxi was getting more and more beautiful everytime I saw her. Since she no longer had to worry about the war, she could take proper care of herself which increased her beauty.

"I'm leaving." Not wanting to beat around the bush, I told her.

At first she didn't understand what I meant but when I told her everything, she was hysterical. At a point, she even threatened to kill herself if I left so I had to spend a lot of time coaxing her. I hadn't realised that I meant so much to her.

After a while, she finally calmed down enough for me to tell her the truth about my existence, becoming the first person to know about it. She finally relented but not without a condition to return here in regular intervals, something that was not impossible.

And so, thirty six year old Hikigaya Hachiman left the world of Murim and went back to Earth after twenty gruelling years.

And that's that. I said that I would continue this if I get some reviews so i did. This chapter is basically just a summarisation of Hachiman's life in the Murim and next chapter will be the start of the Slice of Life part.

Honestly, I'm planning on keeping action out of this since my plan is to show how an overpowered Hachiman would tackle the events of Snafu.

As for the pairings, drop a review on what you want and the one with the most reviews will be selected.

I have nothing else to say so peace.