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[His voice is lively and cheerful. He wears a grin as he gestures towards the screen. He's clearly holding it at selfie distance.]

Hello, fellow Heroes of this star! My name is Solus zos Galvus. It is plain to understand why they would employ my assistance in their time of crisis. Terribly inconvenient and inconsiderate of them to borrow me without asking...

[He catches a glimpse of something off screen, and sets the communicator down in a way that he can use it hands free. He spreads his hands out wide and shrugs his shoulders.]

But I can hardly blame them. I am a brilliant engineer, after all! Surely there must be other very talented individuals about.

I had just a short jaunt around town, and I must say that the technology is decent enough here, but I could not help but notice that it is not fully accessible to the common folk. Or should I say... The unpowered masses!

The government must not trust them very much to bar them from using the teleporters... Or, perhaps they simply don't have the capacity. Would it really be so difficult to build or distribute those lovely little nanites they were so keen on giving us?

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[He blinked a little. Had he been expected to say more? Maybe he had. But what was there to say? And clearly he did not have them here!

Of course, those other cultivators got to have their disciples and family and known people. No he wasn't jealous of it!]

Here? No. I am the only one here from my world.

I have... roommates?

[He immediately looks disappointed.]

No...? [He sighs, lolling his head back.] Do your "roommates" provide any services for you? How's a man supposed to... live. [He sighs.]

They clean up the house if I simply ignore it.

[Because his solution to things was simply to not deal with what he didn't want to deal with.]

But, modern conveniences make needing people to do them less required. You don't have to cook with instant and take out food, and any items can be easily obtained and delivered through the internet. Services can be bought when needed, so, there really isn't a worry to comfort. You could live entirely without ever leaving the house.

[Solis laughs raucously. ] That’s the spirit! [ Uh-Oh. He has roommates you know, don’t give him any ideas.]

I’m not such a shut in, my dear boy, buuuut... I like the sound of those other things.

[In fact. ]

I’ve just arrived here so so don’t know where all the good food is. It wouldn’t do me any good to die of food poisoning, hmmm?

[Was that a dig? Don't judge him! He was really mad, alright? It was late! He should have checked for better food in the fridge!]

If you do a search there should be reviews for places in your area and user comments.

So inhospitable! [ Are you really going to be able to say no to someone who has declared himself an emperor at least once? In spite of his protests he’s already sort of figured out a nearby computer. Blessed search function. ]

You’ve been here longer, so you should show me somewhere. I’m already famished, after all.

Besides... [ He seems to have found a laptop. ] What does “Mexican Fusion” mean? And organic food implies the existence of something I daren’t consider.

[Oh, that was asking him to recommend? Be more clear, how is he suppose to know that! Not to mention, he had not even really considered what was good or not. He had not had an appetite in weeks and when he felt a need to eat it was instant or microwave. Sure he had gotten some pasties once and maybe milk tea....]

I'm not really sure. Organic, however, is a method of farming using more natural methods. I don't really know enough about commercial farming to explain it in any detail though.

[Google it! You can google it!]

[Googling on an empty stomach??? Out of the question. Except he was still looking at reviews. ]

Ah, useless information. [ he flaps his hand dismissively. ] Nevermind. [ scroll, scroll, scroll.]

There are several “Chinese” restaurants. Either that or Mexican, and I have no idea what that all is supposed to be. Do these words make sense to you? Burrito, lo mein, quesadilla... you’ve sent me on a wild goose chase.

They're all American.

[A lot of the specific things he had wanted were hard to find.]

It's describing the ethnicities of where the food originated since this country is a melting pot of cultures. "Chinese" is food from China, "Mexican" is food from Mexico. Lo mein is a noodle dish.

[Sorry, he doesn't actually know that much about Mexican food.]

[ Another withering look. ] All American. From here but of somewhere else at the same time. Very well, I think I understand.

[ But. A noodle dish sounded good. That was all words he understood, at least. He squints at his screen clicking and typing with dramatic concentration. ]

Forty minutes. [ He wasn’t sure if that was particularly fast or slow in this context. Well, whatever. ]

The “Lo Mein” had better be good for all the help you were.

I didn't say to get lo mein. I would have probably gone for dumplings or soup.

[But should he really advise food? He actually loved congee when made by a chef.]

Though, I usually just eat what is given to me or suggested. You could have called them and asked for chef recommendations.

[Because what is cooking?]

[ Don’t make it complicated! ] Oh, now you speak up! I ordered it already. Too late.

[ He folds his arms and smirks. Getting a rise out of this guy was fun. ]

Oh but to do that I would have to stop talking to you! And I’m having such fun.

[Was he that amusing? Did this guy have bad taste?]

You can try something different next time then. That is the advantage of ordering out, you can choose whatever.

[ He sighs. Was this fellow starting to lose all his patience for him? He ordinarily didn't mind annoying the piss out of others, but with so few contacts and no useful powers...]

I'm not keeping you, am I? You seem like the type who can't speak up for himself, so here's permission to be on your way.

[He stares levelly at him as he sips his drink.] But first, I would know who does your hair.

[Truth be told he had absolutely nothing better to do. He had no places he needed to go and even his job could be done from home on the side. Was this as attempt to shut down the conversation? He could definitely speak up for himself if he felt a need.

Most of the time.

At least create a good excuse!]

I have to.

[He had thought about cutting it when arriving in this world. It would be easier to deal with. But then, who had ever heard of a short haired cultivator!? It would ruin the aesthetic! It was a pain to do it properly when being seen by anyone in public, but, at least at home he could pull it into a ponytail.

Of course... he still only did the bare minimum of acceptability with it.]

Before I arrived my disciple would do it for me....

Oh dear! Poor thing.

[He drapes himself over the arm of his couch as he snags his mimosa. As he brings it to his mouth, his lips curl. He flicks the glass and the color changes somewhat. And then he sips.]

You're barely surviving without your servants— I mean, your disciples, aren't you?

I am not so bad I can't brush my hair.

[What sort of useless human being did you take him for!? He might prefer idleness and a simple and carefree life, but he wasn't so lost that he couldn't take care of himself when he had to. Just because he was a third son of a second generation household didn't mean he was completely foregone!]

There's no need for product either, because a cultivator will always have good hair.

[It was a must!]

[ He looks up almost dumbfounded for a moment before he breaks into laughter. ]

Ah, your existence follows the law of belief and expectation, then?

[Coming back from the dead with supernatural powers. Was this guy a primal? The possibility tickled and delighted him. ]

Ohh? What other traits must a Cultivator have?

[ He blinks owlishly as his smile takes on its Cheshire curl. ]

I wouldn't go that far, but, once cultivation reaches a certain point, the spiritual power will simply... keep things at a prime.

[And who has ever heard of an ugly cultivator? Maybe corrupted or something, but he could not think of a single one out there who were truly ugly or unkempt unless it was to show how far they had fallen.]

Cultivators will have an ethereal aspect to them once they have immortal bodies. Since they are in a state between the earthly and heavenly realms.

Iiiinteresting. Or, it would be if it weren’t merely fiction, right? [He shrugs his shoulders and throws back his drink. Was he trying to get plastered? ]

Unless... No, that would be stupid. These stories must have gained life somehow. You said yourself that you knew this story well. Would you say you were fervent?

That is a bit too strong...

[Perhaps he was a dedicated reader, he would even call himself a fan in a way. But he had mostly hated the series, reading it in a masochistic way with the false hope that it would get better! That the plot holes would be filled, that the interesting hints of depth would be explained and that the terrible black path the protagonist went down would feel worth it in the end.

Of course, none of that had been the case, it had been an incredible disappointment and he would forever curse Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky for having written such a shitty mess of a web novel.]

Though in my situation there was a world in which I ended up that was indeed the web novel I read, cultivators, in general, are not strictly fiction. Qigong is a thing that exists, though I can't speak to its mystical aspects. There other cultivators here, I know not if there is a book of their likeness or not.

I like it, that idea. To gain immortality through sheer collection of might! It seems to be only logical. For what greater power is it to never need to release your grip?

[ While he’s waxing poetic about immortality and might, he almost glosses over that other part. ]

Hold on. Did you meet them here, or... You must have, how do would you know others outside your work of fiction?

That is generally the goal of cultivators....

[What a strange way to put it though.]

Of course, I met them here. You say that like it's surprising. This is the only crossover genre of a world I have ever been that would allow something so absurd.

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