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“It seems I really have transmigrated——”

In the luxurious and exquisitely decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked at the round mirror in front of him with an expressionless face.

The reflection in the mirror clearly showed a young boy not yet of age, about thirteen, with a pale complexion.

However, his features were exceptionally handso and exquisitely fine.

His narrow phoenix eyes were shimring, but at this mont, they were full of bitterness and helplessness.

He rembered that not long ago, he had a very ordinary face, the kind that could never be found if lost in a crowd.

Yet unexpectedly, when this dream ended, his body had beco that of such a handso young man.

Though slightly sickly and frail, he was undoubtedly top-notch in handsoness.

Even the top male stars known for their good looks in television from his previous life couldn’t compare.

If anything was lacking, it was rely his deanor.

But at this mont, Zong Shou felt not a shred of joy, only a sense of bewildernt.

It was as if he were a small fish that had been free to swim in the vast ocean, suddenly finding itself on land.

In this world, apart from the suffocating strangeness, there was also an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own face again with force, only to feel a sharp pain.

Naturally, he found no traces of plastic surgery on his face.

“——There is a sense of pain, so it can’t be a dream?

But what exactly is my identity now?

And this godforsaken place, where is it?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the na of the person whose mories inhabited this body.

In his previous life, he had another na, but in his current situation, that was aningless.

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and averted his gaze.

He felt a deep sense of despair in his heart, having completely given up on the idea of returning or ‘waking from this dream.’

In fact, he had been in this world for several days already.

Almost every ti he woke from sleep, he repeated the actions just described, and today was the seventh day.

Looking at the style of the carriage’s interior, it seed like ancient China, but not quite.

After parting the curtains, he saw nothing but vast, limitless plains outside, lush and refreshing to the spirit.

The air was also crisp and refreshing, entirely free from the pollution of the modern world.

However, a closer look would reveal that the carriage, though having wheels, hovered three feet above the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front were walking on air and were capable of ascending and descending.

As such, the carriage’s body, despite its size, with just the passenger section being about forty square ters, could navigate any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.

At the mont, no one was driving in front, the carriage was hurtling straight forward on its own, racing towards the distance.

The knife and sword scars on both sides of the carriage also were incredibly concerning.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-cushioned couch.

Then, with just a slight thought, a series of fragnted mories flashed through his brain.

They were all broken and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, a good number of faces, and also there was a towering mountain reaching into the clouds, an unimaginably large academy occupying most of an island in a lake.

He felt both unfamiliar and strangely familiar with it, and there was also a vague sense of fear.

His emotions were indeed exceedingly complex and bizarre.

At the very depths of his mind, the only mory that remained intact was a collection of mysterious characters that ford a complete book.

These characters were entirely different from any language from his world.

Yet, they felt extrely familiar to him, as if he had known them in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

Could it be that this place is really the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face showed only a bewildered and helpless expression.

—— “Divine Emperor” was an online ga that began in 2012 and swept the world.

Nobody knew which ga company developed it, and all the ga equipnt seed to appear on the market overnight.

It was as if in just one night, the whole Earth had transitioned from 2D and 3D online gas to the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realms.

Whether it was that academy, that peak, or the demon clan script in his mind, he had seen them all within Divine Emperor in his previous life.

That’s right, he rembered that in his previous life, his last mont of consciousness was within the “Divine Emperor” ga.

Combat among the Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm.

Alone, with a sword in hand, he fought against many heroes.

But in the final mont, a sudden electric current passed through his body, and he lost all consciousness.

When he awoke again, he was in another body.

Everything he saw was no longer the familiar Earth.

So now, was he inside the ga, or was he in a real world?

Or perhaps, did this world have a connection with “Divine Emperor”?

His brain spun once more, and Zong Shou simply put aside all these thoughts, no longer trying to understand.

In this carriage, with nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long, practicing swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

His footwork, advancing and retreating, shifting and transferring, combined with his figure, made the sword light shine in the carriage that was neither too big nor too small.

Just as in his previous life, each sword form, each step, was precise to an extre degree, almost perfect.

However, after only practicing this Basic Swordsmanship for half a mont, Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

And the shadow of the sword light unavoidably began to distort.

It was only by clinging to his innate, stubborn belief that he didn’t collapse to the ground.

Not until the last bit of strength in his body was completely drained did Zong Shou stop the sword light, sitting on the couch panting for breath.

When that extre concentration finally dissipated, he could feel every part of his body, his limbs and internal organs, all aching as though they were scorched by flas.

This action was not out of sheer boredom, but pure unease.

The world, as well as his own circumstances, made him feel a sense of crisis and urgency.

He was desperate to gain so strength, or at the very least, so ability to protect himself.

Within “Divine Emperor,” everything tended to be realistic.

Whether it was martial arts, script, the five senses, combat, or even daily necessities, there was a complete system for it all.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play the ga and fight, without seeking a deeper understanding.

But there were also so who did everything they could to learn all kinds of knowledge and scripts within Divine Emperor, to study the principles of martial arts in depth, to understand everything about this world.

So could even break free from the frawork of the ga and create new techniques based on what they had learned.

Among these people, Zong Shou was not only one of them but was also one of the best.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—he had thoroughly researched almost all of the martial artist’s foundation, reaching the peak level of Return to Simplicity, a master’s level.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, there were only a handful, barely a thousand, who had achieved this.

In fact, Zong Shou had already mastered all the principles, variations, and derivations of this Basic Swordsmanship.

What he needed to do now was just to make this body rember it firmly, to beco his instinct.

It was just that his body was too weak.

Even ordinary practice could only support him for the ti it took to drink a cup of tea, and his physical strength was not even half of an ordinary person’s.

And what was even more frustrating was that he could not cultivate the Basic Internal Skill at all.