In his old world, Aatrox had begun his cultivation as a normal person, working diligently, meditating, inhaling the energy of the universe, like every cultivator.
One day Aatrox entered a tomb where he accidentally found the map. The tomb was completely unlike any he had ever seen before. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, everything was made of blood. At first, he was scared, but he remembered that "There are no buckets of profits that were never filled with gallons of risk."
Keeping this saying in mind, Aatrox moved on. In the middle of an altar, he saw a sword that was beating like a heart.
When Aatrox realized, his hand was three inches from the sword. His instincts told him to go ahead and get it. When Aatrox caught it, his body fell to the ground and he began to convulse in pain. All the blood in the tomb was being absorbed by the blade and Aatrox himself. His once white skin had turned red.
Looking around after waking, Aatrox felt he had a third arm. Not literally, he felt that the blade now in his hands was like a new member in his body, that he could not live without.
In the next decade, a legend began to spread across Runeterra, a being made purely of blood had emerged. He and his vampire blade killed everything they saw ahead, and the more blood his blade absorbed, the more powerful he became.
Several groups of cultivators came together to try to kill the self, but with each group, the self grew stronger and stronger.
Five millennia later, the name of this being was wors.h.i.+ped by many and feared even more. G.o.d-King of War, Aatrox.
In the tens of millennia, Aatrox cultivated his most effective cultivation method was to use his Darkin Blade. The more blood she absorbed, the stronger the two became, but that doesn"t mean that in these millennia he had learned no other cultivation method, it was just that cultivating with his Darkin Blade was more effective.
But now that Aatrox no longer had his blade, he saw that instead of dominating his blade, his blade had dominated him. He remembered G.o.d-King Kayn, he had found the Darkin Scythe, but instead of being controlled by the scythe, he will control it and became several times more powerful.
In this life, even if Aatrox finds his Darkin Blade, he will not be controlled by it again, this time he will control it!
Searching in his memory for an effective and compatible method of cultivation, he remembered a method that a being had created. He called himself G.o.d-Killer, his cultivation had never reached the G.o.d-King Realm, yet he managed to kill dozens of G.o.d-Kings. After a few millennia of being a G.o.d-King, Aatrox had found him. His blade sizzled with happiness.
Even though G.o.d-Killer was weaker than Aatrox he managed to cut off one of his wings.
The battle lasted 1 month. Aatrox used his blade to drain the blood of G.o.d-King. One of the properties of your blade is to regain useful knowledge.
Hence Aatrox learned the G.o.d-Killer cultivation technique. From his blade, Aatrox learned that G.o.d-Killer had not just reached the rank of G.o.d-King because before starting to cultivate, his father had crippled half of his core mana. Knowing this, Aatrox became concerned, even though he had only lost one wing, Aatrox knows that if G.o.d-Killer were a little stronger the fight could go on for years. He didn"t even dare to imagine what would happen if G.o.d-Killer had reached the G.o.d-King Realm.
But Aatrox had already reached the G.o.d-King Realm, there was no way he could go back to cultivating with the G.o.d-Killer method.
Now, lying in a hospital bed on a planet called Earth, in a galaxy he has never heard of, Aatrox saw his chance to cultivate the only technique he, the G.o.d-King who once killed a G.o.d-Emperor, was afraid of.
And the best of this technique, he had seen in his memory that the G.o.d-Killer technique didn"t need him to kill anyone. The being who created the technique had created it only based on the love he felt for his daughter who was killed by a G.o.d-Duke and one day swore revenge. The love he felt for his daughter gave motivation and strength to the technique.
In this life, Aatrox or Benjamin has someone to love. Someone who doesn"t fear him.
Closing his eyes, Aatrox uses his senses to suck part of the mana in the air around himself. Little by little the mana is entering Aatrox"s body and shaping his body. Knowing from his memories that his place is a hospital, Aatrox only rotates the G.o.d-Killer technique on his body so that during exams no one suspects anything.
His once lean body with dry skin now has a bit more muscle and his skin has gotten a little smoother. This is just a small fraction of what the technique can do to your body.
With a satisfied smile, Aatrox raises his arms and stretches thinking. "Who would say that I would smile so much in just two days without the Darkin blade."
While Aatrox is with his arms raised, the bedroom door is opened and the same nurse comes in carrying a small tray with some food.
Looking at the tray, Aatrox"s belly growls with hunger and he is a little embarra.s.sed by looking like this in front of a mortal.
"Good morning Benjamin, looks like you got a good morning." She says with a smile.
"Good morning, I guarantee you, I haven"t slept well in millennia." He says pleased. The nurse looks at him in amazement and laughs thinking it"s a joke.
"Here, your parents left with us, in case you woke up before they arrived you wouldn"t be bored." She said handing over a small object with a gla.s.s screen. Looking into his memories, Aatrox discovered that this object is called a cell phone.