Mad God – Reborn

Weeks passed, and one day, Leinor woke up to Ren's mumbling. It was still pretty dark, but in the study of their home, his wife was kneeling on the floor amongst large towers made out of books. Before her, dozens of scrolls, torn-out pages, and crumbled-up papers littered the ground. They were filled with scribbles and crossed-out paragraphs, decorating them like some weird piece of a discarded art show. She was kneeling over another unfurled roll of parchment, writing on it quickly, so quickly that her hands left afterimages.

"Yes!" She chuckled suddenly as her hands stopped and she looked up with a grin, sensing Leinor's arrival.

"What is it?" He yawned, rubbing his eyes while walking closer to her.

"I finally came up with a solution. Or a half-solution, at least!"

"To what?"

"For your brother's worry! So when morning comes, call him over!"

"Reignar?"

"Yep!" She nodded, tearing part of the paper off and looking over it once again. "I created a brand new cultivation method for Orsi," Ren said as she looked over it with satisfaction. Standing up, she brought the sheet of paper to her table and placed it on top of a dozen others. "With this done, I just need to compile it together, iron out some minor flaws, and it is going to be ready..."

"So… would she be… able to live?" Leinor asked carefully but was still excited for both his brother and Orsi.

"We will see! I don't know yet, but my guess is yes. This way, at least, she could expand her remaining years for a really long time. If she diligently works on it... Of course, it won't be easy. I won't lie; this is going to be hard. This technique is not something that can be learned easily." She sat down, rubbing her forehead, smearing ink all over her face with her fingers. "What I created is a technique that is not focused on the standard way of energy cultivation. Instead of absorbing it to strengthen our bodies and fuel our spells, it will nurture the soul. Orsi only has one remaining energy point that has also mutated... So... Taking the mind control techniques from my maternal line and combining them with what I learned about souls…" She murmured, trailing off, recalling her previous life.

Back then, she was preparing to use her body as a catalyst to open the Sky and send her soul into reincarnation, to prevent it from being ripped apart by the violent backlash that would surely follow. Not to mention, the retaliation of the Gods, which she knew she wouldn't be able to block or survive in that state. Her main focus was on guarding his memories from being eroded by the passage of time, so she had reinforced his soul to keep them intact. Everything else was to be washed away, purifying her soul, resetting it to zero before reincarnation. Only the core essence of what made her into the 'Mad God' would remain... It was a real rebirth, letting fate take care of it as to when and where it would happen.

"Yes…?" Leinor asked, making Ren flinch, returning her to the present.

"Yes, yes, yes… so! This method is about cultivating the soul. It is still a bit abstract and hard to grasp, but if Orsi can start cultivating it, later on, she can perfect and simplify the method with her own experience."

"A completely new… method? What does this entail?" He asked, being curious.

"I don't know." Ren grinned with clear excitement in her voice. "I also want to go and try it out!"

"We could?" Leinor thought out loud, looking at her writings, but it was too convoluted to grasp just by reading them.

"On paper, yes. But I do not know where this would lead. Would it later intersect with our cultivation method? Would it diverge in a completely different way? Damage us? Pose a great boon for us? It's unknown at this point. What do you know about souls?" She asked instead, grinning at her husband.

"Not much, only what you and Sect Head told me. Mostly, it is an agglomeration of our consciousness, memories, thoughts, and feelings that controls our body. You also mentioned that this is why some demigods who concentrated on how to control it could upload their souls into their cores and survive a deadly fight, even if their bodies were destroyed in the process."

"For a short time only, but yes. But as the core depletes its energy reserves… the soul within also begins to lose feelings and memories, until it becomes a blank soul, like that of a newborn. When the core runs out of energy and no new host is found, that's it. The soul inside disperses, and that is true death; there is no chance for reincarnation. The core... it destroys the soul. Even if they find a new host in time and fuse their cores into it, they may have lost a ton of energy by then, causing their cultivation to regress significantly. But the fact that cores can handle souls... It is something to think about, I just, well, never really went down that route. Maybe there is something to do with them, combine them, but I will muse about it when I become a demigod, ahaha!"

"What about the Gods?" Leinor asked, recalling Ren's tales as she taught the disciples portrayed in ancient history and fables.

"Their core can't run out of energy, so… that is why they are called Gods. Until it is destroyed, they are unkillable. About Immortals, the ones that the Sect Head mentioned… I can't comment yet; it is new to me. I know nothing about that yet."

"There aren't any books about those here, huh?" Leinor chuckled, watching the thousands of ancient codices lying around the room. Deep down, he was also aware of something else, but he was never bothered by it... or asked about it.

"Y-yeah." Ren nodded, not willing to elaborate on it further. "So, back to the topic! Souls are, as you said, a condensed form of the aforementioned properties of a person. When someone dies, his or her soul, containing his or her consciousness, memories, and feelings, is still there afterward. It radiates from the person's body."

"Really?" Leinor murmured, leaning against the table, completely mesmerized by what he was hearing.

"Yeah, and the higher the person's cultivation was, the stronger its concentration." Ren nodded. "Take the Sect Head for an example. If somehow he were to die, his soul would be there for days to come, and if you have a strong cultivation, you could perceive it or even converse with it."

"I bet he just woke up with a strong sneeze…" Her husband chuckled.

"Nah, he does not sleep!" Ren waved her hands. "He probably went and met up with Lady Rumira, and they are having a date or something. He always visits her when there is nothing to do." Rolled her eyes with a grin, "Of course, he leaves with the pretense that he just goes and visits Poli so he doesn't cause a ruckus with Emi in the foxes' village."

"Heh, a valid point, to be honest!"

"Anyway, if you don't have a strong cultivation but you cultivated your soul by my new method…" She tapped on her papers. "You could also perceive them. Or even interact with them. As this cultivation focuses on strengthening the soul."

"So those who master it could speak with the dead?"

"Kinda. Only if the dead person was strong enough to leave behind a concentrated enough existence. Or he or she did not blow himself up alongside it. Still, the conversation would be short because, after the body dies, the soul rapidly loses its functions, as there is no host to bind to. Feelings and memories evaporate like water from a boiling pot. When everything is gone, and it reverts back to nothing but a fresh, clean soul, as it is swallowed by the flow of reincarnation, it becomes ready for a rebirth. After who knows how much time, it is reborn into a new body, starting its life anew. As to how much time this takes, it depends on luck. And on how much time it takes to wash everything away, so stronger people need more time to be reborn."

"Going by this, you and I had different lives before?" Leinor smiled as she listened to her theory, and even though it was hard for him to imagine or accept, he never doubted her words.

"Yeah." She nodded seriously, "But don't worry, those lives, whatever they were, are irrelevant to us being here today. It had a start and an end. This life is what matters!"

"I can't argue with that!" He laughed, kissing her on the lips. "So, with this method, could Orsi cultivate her soul? But how will it help her body to survive? The main problem is that her body is breaking down, no?"

"It is breaking down because of two things: One, her energy points are destroyed, and two, our world is filled with energy. There are no mechanisms inside her that could process it. It goes inside her and just flows through, without the correct channels, wrecking her body." She raised her fingers up to him. "Two; Without them, her soul can't anchor itself properly. Only inside her head, and it can be overwhelming. That is what causes her headaches."

"I don't think I follow you…"

"We are going to strengthen her soul to the point she can control the energy flow inside her body without her energy channels. Let it flow through her seamlessly without damaging her body. She wouldn't be able to absorb it directly, but she wouldn't be destroyed by it either. Okay, it is a bit more complicated than that, and she is going to absorb energy, only she is going to do it directly into her own soul… it is going to hurt a lot at first and be very dangerous, but… semantics, semantics! Let's not focus on that now! She can avoid death and become strong, and who knows what will happen later on. That is what matters!" She clapped with excitement.

"I don't think Reignar is going to understand half of it… not to mention Orsi, she is still a kid."

"Don't underestimate her." Ren giggled. "She is more mature than you would think. Have you seen them? She wrapped your brother around her fingers and made him dance to her tune perfectly!"

"Honestly? I hope so!" Leinor laughed at that loudly.

"I'll go over it a few more times and help her start cultivating. It is going to be a slow process. Ironing out any problems that may pop up can only be done step by step. Yet this is going to be good! If it goes as I think it will, we will also have new methods for the disciples to cultivate secondary skills or spells. Maybe we are going to discover a new batch of geniuses who are adept at controlling souls? Even maybe… capturing or extracting them?"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, my dear!" Leinor said as he flicked Ren's forehead. "That sounds extremely wicked and evil! Don't do that!"

"Ah… well… yeah, you are right… that really did sound bad, saying it out loud." She nodded, sticking out her tongue.

"Let's… let us not do that? 'Kay?"

"Ooookay…" She giggled, stretching. "That was also just a hypothesis! I don't know if that is even possible. Let's eat something, I'm starving!" She waved her hand, but it was not convincing.

"Okay, go, wash, my little raccoon; I'll cook up something!" He kissed the top of her head before leaving the study. Ren quickly looked into a mirror, recognizing that she really looked like one, painted with ink all over her face, which made her chuckle.

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It was far, far away from the Immortal Wonders Sect, on the other side of the vast Western Desert. The sun had just risen from the east when Ophila stood up inside her chamber. She was finishing her cultivation for the night, walking out onto her balcony. She was watching the morning mist, still covering her sect of The Lotus Mandala. Only the highest towers of her Sect reached above the milky clouds that permeated the valley where her sect was established. The air was filled with the smell of freshly watered grass and the chirping of birds waking up from their sleep. A moment later, a strong ripple swept across the land, disturbing the fog, like when someone dropped a rock into a still lake.

"Oh?" She tilted her head, taking a step forward, and she was already inside another building, down at the bottom of the valley. Before her, Levictus was standing inside a formation. Blue, ethereal light danced around him as complex, shining runes swirled above the formation on the ground, numbering in the thousands. "Not bad! You are only a step away from the Demigod realm. Your progress is stunning... It wasn't long ago that you reached Perfect Harmony, and I did not expect you to advance this fast!" Ophila laughed while the runes slowly started to rotate and were absorbed into Levictus's chest. He stayed silent, performing different signs with his fingers, ignoring her completely. After a quarter of an hour had passed, the runes finally dimmed and dispersed, while the formation went silent and dull under him once again.

"Master." He opened his eyes, greeting her, cupping his hands.

"Are you trying to embed a formation onto your core?" Ophila asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." Levictus nodded. "It would make it possible to access formations without the need for outside resources in a battle. Quickly and efficiently."

"You are fearless." She smiled, shaking her head. "One wrong move, and you can kill yourself."

"I made the necessary steps to prevent that."

"I guessed so." Ophila smiled. "By the way, I finished it." She spoke up, producing a rolled-up paper.

"Is it stable?" Some resemblance of feelings appeared on his stoic face and in his eyes.

"Only for one." Ophila raised her finger towards him. "It can teleport one living being under the demigod realm back and forth every 5 years. It needs at least that much time to regenerate and calm down the energy needed for the transfer, instead of ripping the user to shreds."

"Then I can contact Father." He whispered, holding his own chin, furrowing his brows, and thinking silently for a little while. "He should still have one remaining consumable teleport scroll for me to send over the completed formation plan and resources so they can construct the portal on their end."

"It is your decision," Ophila said. "You have free rein to do as you wish." She added, passing it to him.

"The only question is whether there is anyone at my Father's side who can build it. I can contact him with our bloodline connection, but not for long… and explaining it would be impossible." He murmured quietly.

"It is your problem to solve." Ophila smiled, as she firmly believed that without problems to face, nobody can advance.

"I'll send him the necessary tools. When they build their part, I'll try it out myself. It will be time to go home... and visit the one who could build it and take him or her as my disciple."

"You are too strict when it comes to talent… well, it is not my problem." She shook her head. "As I said, you are your own man; do as you see fit! I'll trust your decision. But I'll be gone for a few years, and I may not be here when you leave."

"Where are you going, Master?"

"I am going to meet with my brothers. We… we need to find someone."

"Someone?" Levictus tilted his head, a little bit confused.

"Our Master. He has returned... We all felt it a few years ago. A lot of god-worshiping demigods are already out and searching the lands after him. We need to beat them to him! If he is found before he can defend himself, we will be failures as disciples!" Ophila answered with strong conviction in her tone.

"The Mad God…" Levictus murmured. He knew the stories, having heard them from his Master multiple times. "I wish you luck, Master." He cupped his hands and bowed towards her.

"Heh, thanks! I am proud of you, boy! Next time we meet, I expect you to be a demigod." She stepped closer, caressing his face before disappearing.

"Mad God…" he whispered, walking out from his room into the slowly dispersing fog as the lush valley revealed itself in the morning sunlight. "I wonder what kind of person he is." He asked himself as he looked up at the Sky. He was watching the Tear that he could now see from anywhere. "I wonder if he plans to reopen that stitched wound up there…" An almost invisible smile crept up on his face. Before walking off to collect the needed resources, he had to send them over to his Father in hopes that they could build the teleportation portal on their side without his help.