Lord Ice Moon POV

I looked over the window as I pondered what had happened today.

The night sky was as pretty as always, the stars were flashing with bright light, and the moon was also quite pretty.

It was an ideal night to spend with your loved ones.

Heh… loved ones.

Did I ever had loved ones in my life?

Always so concentrated into growing stronger… I never thought about it.

I had completely lost myself on my own purposes in life, I had completely lost myself in power.

I just wanted power and more power. I was obsessed with it.

Any women to me were an annoyance.

I had many chances to get a woman to love, but the only thing I decided to do was to grow stronger.

I hunted monsters, refined their mana cores, and continued to slowly cultivate using their cultivation hastening potions, pills, and the like.

All for my obsession with growing stronger.

All of it so I could make my own sect too. I only made it when I was already Rank 3… people naturally began to gather around the dungeons where I settled down a base. And things scaled into them asking to become my servants.

Slowly, as I grew up, these people developed around me and multiplied.

Without realizing it, a small town was created, then a small village, then… a small city.

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And all of it centered around me, a former outcast.

I was once part of a family of hunters in a small village.

I didn ’t have anything other than my hands and my magic to survive with my family, we hunted bears, wolves, and we eat them to survive. We even had chickens and buffalos, and we used them for milk, eggs, and cheese.

It was a simple life of surviving another day without looking too far into the future. But I guess even that can change abruptly.

My family died one day when I was out.