Daniel's desperate teleport dropped him just a fewteen ters above his original location.
It was a spell that he devised under his true master's tutelage as a prologue to a surprise attack in fights he couldn't win.
Back in the world where one's imagination was the second most powerful tool after the mana-enchanted sword of the gods, being able to surprise fellow magic practitioners was the best buff one could get for themselves.
And just like in modern tis, humans were always earth-bound creatures. So of them could fly, but their influence never got strong enough to warrant a change in the way people acted.
People rarely looked up. With no flying predators capable of seriously harming them, they never developed that kind of habit, contrary to how so of them could react to even the tiniest of sounds. As such, whenever Daniel would suddenly disappear, his enemies would throw their eyes around the scene or maybe rapidly turn around to protect their backs.
In no mory of his, Daniel could recall a single opponent ever looking up after he used this move. Sure, there were so insane fighters who would notice him at the last possible mont and then still be quick enough to counter his attack… but even with that in mind, this technique turned into Daniel's preferred ace in the sleeve.
And it was solely because of how insanely used he was to practicing it, Daniel managed to cast it while buried upon a mountain of irradiated sand. He managed to pull himself up a fewteen ters up… Only to then instantly co crashing down on the glassified sand of the desert.
"Fuck!" Daniel scread out when his body struck the perfectly flat yet extrely smooth terrain.
His body was still doing its utmost to recover from having two pieces of lead in it, one in the heart and the other lodged deeply into Daniel's brain.
'It's not going to stop hurting until I removed the bullets…' Daniel thought to himself, forcing his soul to accept the harsh truth.
His hands were too unsteady for the job. He could survive a small mishap, but even a mage slash cultivator like him could die if his fingers would twitch at the wrong mont.
No, for a precise job like removing the bullets from the wounds that would normally be lethal, Daniel had no other choice but to use magic. Sadly, even though his rebirth apparently brought down the barrier that kept the mana from even entering this dinsion…
It would take quite a while before Daniel could gather enough of this faint mana mist to perform any of the desired techniques.
And so, Daniel laid down on the glass of the nuked desert, ignoring the risks that ca from spending ti in the zero-zone of a nuclear discharge.
Having his body fall apart due to radiation was one of the worries that cultivators simply didn't have, thanks to the insane regenerative power of their bodies.
"It seems like I broke all three of the rules you gave , master," Daniel muttered two days later once he got too tired of watching the empty sky in an attempt to see the stars beyond it.
He failed to guide a selected few that would then guide the rest of humanity.
He failed not to die, as the mory that he unlocked stipulated.
And although he had yet to act like a god, the betrayal of the only two people that ever knew about his true self was enough of a reason for Daniel to forget about all the rules.
'And it's not like it will change a thing,' Daniel thought a full day later, his thoughts taking an extrely long ti to form due to the presence of a lead bullet still stuck in the middle of his brain.
It took Daniel four more days to gather just enough energy to create simple spells capable of affecting physical words.
He used the first one right away, teleporting the bullet stuck in his heart away. The second he did so, his consciousness nearly faded away as his body rushed all of its available energy into the recovery process.
Entire two weeks later, Daniel finally removed the bullet from his brain, teleporting it into his right hand.
'You tried to kill with this bullet,' Daniel thought, finally regaining full control over his brain and its natural functions.
This was the mont, three full weeks after his destined death, when Daniel finally changed his position, standing up from the place where he laid flat for nearly a month.
"So there is no way I could discard it, right?" he then muttered, staring down at a small, deford piece of tal in his hand.
Daniel then took a deep breath… Only to lay down right back to where he was just a mont before.
This ti, however, rather than trying to pull himself up from the insanely dangerous situation he was imdiately in, Daniel took his ti for his will to penetrate through the several ters worth of sand.
There was no vault below him, anymore. The impact of the nuke turned out to be enough to squash the device's protective walls, turning it into just another layer of the ground.
But the device itself was far too complicated to be destroyed just by… well, destroying it. In a sense, the device itself had more computing power than all of the quasi-quantum computers that Daniel's forr conglorate had.
It was damaged beyond recovery, and Daniel had no other choice but to admit it once he managed to connect his thoughts directly to its systems. Its computing power was a re tenth of a single percent of what it was supposed to be capable of.
But for his purposes, it was enough.
'Launch the optima sequence,' Daniel thought, infusing the first order into the device. 'Set the activation to remote, target ID on ,' Daniel then filled in the rest of the necessary details for the order.
'Command accepted. Calculating processing delay…'
The device responded. That alone was a great sign as it proved it still could operate.
'Processing will be complete over the next twenty-three years,' the device then replied, pouring a bucket of cold water down Daniel's head.
"That's a lot longer than I anticipated," Daniel bit down on his lips. He then took a deep breath before standing up, for real this ti.
'Activate upon completion of the processing,' Daniel then thought.
"Twenty-three years," he muttered, looking up to the empty sky. He then quickly did the math in his head.
"Welp," Daniel released a long moan as he stretched his body before orienting himself towards the north where he could see a range of mountains far off in the distance. "Five years to set everything up and then eighteen more for a proper reincarnation…" Daniel muttered before a small smile finally reerged on his face. "But first, it's ti to get back at those damn traitors!"
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