In a world filled with cultivation and magical beasts things are hard for normal humans. Humanity is nearing extinction. Their population is only in the thousands on this gigantic planet. Cultivators no longer have humankind in them. Elves have enslaved humanity. In this world humanity are lowest on the food chain. Weaker than all other races. Well... That's what others think.

I am Nev. I stand above all others. I crush those who think they can beat me. I've been called arrogant, A bastard, Monster. However what goes through my head?

"Screw you."

I cut down. Killing yet another immortal to challenge me. A group of them came this time. I've counted 3 Elves 2 Dwarves and 1 fairy. I just killed the idiot that charged me off the bat.

"This is impossible. . . how a mere human. . ."

Oh its the fairy. I swing my blade towards the group sending out sword qi. They all die. Slowly of course.

My my what is that i feel? It seems the ward on this place finally broke. I'm coming back you bastards. Prepare to die.

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A/N This is a small teaser of whats to come. I think I'm going to seriously write this story and finish it.

A/N If anyone can make a cover for the title I'd be grateful. (One I have now I made in paint.)