Fragmented Memories Ch. 0-162
Authors Note: (Please consider reading this semi-short introduction of me and the novel. If not, head off to chapter 0!)
About Me: Hi! I go along the name of Drago, or Dragomon2 amongst the internet. Even though I write, one of the thing that I am more passionate about is the violin, but writing is also something I love as well. I also like anime, video games, you-tube, composing, and many more! My background with wuxia, xianxia, and xuanhuan, was many years ago when DE was still "fresh" somewhat and ISSTH was also somewhat new. Since then I have been reading non-stop daily, and seek to write one myself.
About the Novel: The novel like any other is action-based. However, I can ensure many people that the novel will definitely have 'slice of life' elements, as I also want people to have a grasp on the world, the culture, and more importantly the characters. I feel as though a lot of novels tend to ignore side characters, and/or the main character itself in some cases. I want to make it a novel in which it's not just the main character, but people also love the other characters or have an impression towards them, instead of throwing them in the garbage forever or until x chapters later.
Schedule Chapters: The novel will be updated once every day or two! This may seem a bit short compared to other novels, but please note this is a REGULAR schedule. This does not include special days or extra chapters that will be thrown. I do have a stockpile (like any sane person would hopefully), and once I feel like I have way more chapters than the stockpile, expect two chapters per day deal for a certain amount of time.
Synopsis: In a void, a man appears, unsure of where he is. Once he fully awakens he realizes that he has no recollection of who he is. With the guidance of multiple people, he slowly finds his memories back. But in order to do so, he and his companions would need to fight cultivators. Mere mortals, immortals, gods, people who can destroy mountains and sea, people who could cause planets to collapse. He would need to fight them all for the sake of his memories.
Chapter 0: Who am I?
"You haven't answered me! Who're the heavens? That doesn't sound like a name...", the voice resounded in the void, the voice, a mighty dragon ready to pounce, ready to kill, blasted everything in its sight. Well if there was anything insight that is. After the voice blasted through absolutely nothing in its sight, a pillar of light appeared.
It wasn't possible to know if that light was vertical, or horizontal, or facing in any direction. The void was empty, as the abyss, empty like the heart, empty like space, empty like the soul of a broken man.
The light dimmed and a man appeared in the void, he looked like he was in his twenties, he was naked, no possessions, no clothing, and many scars. He didn't have any facial hair, nor any hair on his body except on his head. The hair went to his waist and the man floated in the void, unconscious. "Hey, do you love me? Do you think I'll live?", the same voice appeared, but older, not too old but not too young.
As the voice resounded in the empty region, the man slowly woke up, he opened his eyes and moved his arm to his face. "Where is this... why is it so empty... I can see my arms but there's nothing around me like it's a pitch-black region, but... here I can see my body perfectly fine."
The man tried going somewhere only to realize that he couldn't tell if he was swimming, walking, or still in the exact same place. The region was so empty he assured of something, he was in a place with no air, no atoms, no molecules, just absolutely nothing in sight.
He moved his legs and arms around only to suddenly realize something. "Who am I? Why can't I remember anything?”, the man started speaking anxiously, “I still have common sense, I still retain the knowledge of certain things like how to think, how to speak, how to move, but if that was the case, why can't I remember?"
The man panicked, "I don't know where the hell I am, hell I don't even know my name!", the man tried to calm down and proceeds to move his head, only to reassure himself, there's nothing in sight, nothing in the place exists except himself.
Suddenly a pillar of light appeared, the same light as before that pierced through the void. The man without thinking tried to touch the light, tried to reach for the light hoping it would save him, however only to see that it transformed into a humanoid figure, the figure gripped his neck with what appeared to be a sword in its hand ready to pierce. More lights appeared, four to be exact, they had different items, one with a staff, one with a bow, one with nothing at all, and one with a book.
The two with the weapons and the one with its bare arms went into a fighting stance, prepared to kill like a tiger on its deathbed under attack. The man tried to resist but he couldn't move at all, but at the same time he couldn't feel any pain, there was nothing to feel while his neck was gripped.
All of a sudden the void slowly disappeared, crumbled like glass, it shattered into an infinite amount of pieces. Slowly yet surely the man could see where the hell he really was. The man looked down to barely see four darts on him, all four on his arms and legs, the hand still gripped onto him and the weapons still pointed at him.
He looked around him to see that the person gripping him was a woman, the ones wielding the staff and the one with bare arms were female, whilst the other two were male.
At this moment the darts glowed and he could hear the person with the book chanting. The darts didn't pierce his skin but they certainly held him down, "do I feel no pain because of paralysis or do I just not feel anything? I feel the hand touching me, and some hard surface touching my back but there's no pain", the man thought while looking at the people. "Who are you?", the woman gripping his neck shouted. He ignored her and looked around the room, he found himself on the floor being pinned.
The room he was in was gigantic, if he could take a wild guess, it would most certainly be more than a mile long, while the height of the ceiling was most certainly shorter, it was still very far from him. Not only was the room extremely huge but it wasn't barren.
It didn't have anything valuable, but certainly looked grand like it was made for royalty, he looked around again only to see water flowing around him, the water curved around him like a circle and went somewhere else.
"Are you going to speak or shall I extract your soul and eat it for dinner?" The woman shouted again, the sword at his eyes. "Who are you?", the man gently asked the lady confused why he is being gripped. "I'm the one asking the questions here, now answer me!", the man was slightly startled, he hurriedly responded: "I don't know who I am".
All of the people interrogating the man looked at him dumbfounded, the person with the bow spoke up, "now the person with the book might be stupid sometimes but you can't even fool him, are you gonna answer her majesty's questions?", "Hey I know I can be stupid but I told you to not insult me in front of strangers!" The person with the book stared at him angrily. "Fù Dí keep casting the spell, Láng Ma, shut up and focus you idiotic archer", the woman shouted at them both and looked back to the man, so are you going to lie or do we have to force you to say the truth?"
"I really don't know who I am, I just woke up here, I'm also trying to figure out what my name even is!", the man started panicking and sweat fell on the woman's hand. "Wáng Wèi, the man isn't lying, I just did a scan with the Mirror", the woman with the staff spoke softly.
Wáng Wèi looked at the man and released her grip, "if you are lying we won't hesitate to kill, we may not have strong cultivations but we aren't weak as a mortal as well", the woman walked away and signaled the person wielding the book, Fù Dí, to cancel the spell. The darts flew to Fù Dí and the man on the floor slowly moved his arm.