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“It seems I really have transmigrated—”
In a lavishly decorated carriage, Zong Shou expressionlessly gazed at a round mirror before him.
The image in the mirror clearly showed a boy not yet of age.
At about thirteen, his complexion pale, but his features were rarely handso and exquisitely beautiful.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly, yet, at this mont, they were filled with bitterness and helplessness.
He rembered that not long ago, he had a very ordinary face, the type that could not be picked out of a crowd.
But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had transford into such a handso man.
While slightly sickly and frail, he was indeed undoubtedly gorgeous.
Even those top male actors, known for their handsoness in TV shows from his past life, could not compare.
What was still lacking was rely the aura.
At this mont, however, Zong Shou felt no joy, only confusion and bewildernt.
It was as if a fish, forrly free and roaming the vast sea, suddenly found itself on land.
In this world, apart from the strangling unfamiliarity, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.
Reluctant to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face harder and imdiately felt a pang of pain.
Naturally, he discovered no signs of plastic surgery on his face.
“—There’s a sense of pain, so could it be that I’m not dreaming?
But who am I now, and what is this place?”
‘Zong Shou’ was the na embedded in the mory of his current body.
In his previous life, he had another na, but in this situation, it was aningless to him.
Murmuring to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away, his heart full of despair.
He had completely given up hope of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’
Actually, he had been in this world for several days.
Almost every ti he woke from sleep, he would repeat the actions just described.
Today was the seventh day.
Looking at the style of the carriage interior, it seed to be from ancient China, yet not quite.
Parting the curtains, he saw vast expanses of open fields outside, endless and lush green, which was refreshing to the heart.
The air was also crisp and invigorating, without any trace of modern world’s pollution.
However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that the carriage, though it had wheels, was suspended in mid-air, three feet off the ground.
The sixteen single-horned horses in front were not only walking on air but also moving up and down.
Therefore, despite the carriage’s large size, with just the coach section being about forty square ters, it could navigate any complex terrain as if it was moving on flat ground.
At the mont, no one was steering upfront, and it was speeding straight ahead towards the distance.
The slashes and sword cuts on the sides of the carriage also drew much concern.
Zong Shou felt dizzy and slumped onto the velvet-covered soft couch.
Then, with rely a thought, a series of fragnted mories rose in his mind.
They were disconnected and incomplete, containing many characters and faces.
There even appeared an awe-inspiring tall mountain piercing into the skies and a school, unbelievably large, occupying most of an island in a lake.
These mories were both unfamiliar and familiar, with a vague sense of fear.
This emotion was truly complex and bizarre.
At last, in the deepest recesses of his mind, the only mory left intact was there.
It comprised nurous mystical characters combined into one complete book.
These characters were completely different from any language in his world, yet they felt extrely familiar to him, almost as if he had mastered them in his past life.
“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?
And this Demon Language.
Could it be that this is indeed the Divine Emperor World?”
Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face showed utter confusion.
“Divine Emperor” — since 2012, a popular online ga that swept the world.
It was unclear which gaming company developed it; all the ga’s supporting equipnt also suddenly appeared on the market.
Seemingly overnight, the entire planet had moved from 2D and 3D online gas into the era of virtual reality and the Illusion Realm.
Whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or these demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all before within Divine Emperor in his previous life.
Indeed, he rembered that at the end of his previous life, his last conscious mont had been within the “Divine Emperor” ga.
The Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm were competing.
He alone, with a single sword, fought against nurous heroes but at the last mont, his body suddenly felt an electric shock, and he lost all consciousness.
When he woke up, he had assud a different body, and everything around him was no longer the familiar Earth.
So, at this mont, was he inside the ga, or was it a real world?
Or perhaps, did this world have so connection with “Divine Emperor”?
His mind reeled again, and Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking.
In this carriage, since he was idle, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and started practicing his swordsmanship within the relatively spacious interior of the carriage.
His footwork seamlessly transitioned forth, back, and around, matching his movents, making his sword’s light dazzle within the modest space of the carriage.
Just like in his past life, each sword form, each step, was executed with pinpoint precision, nearly perfect.
However, after barely practicing Basic Swordsmanship for half a mont, Zong Shou was already gasping for air, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
And the glow of his sword’s motion slightly distorted.
It was only his innate, unyielding spirit that kept him going, preventing him from collapsing.
Not until all his remaining strength was completely drained did Zong Shou stop the sword’s light and panting, sat down on the couch.
Once his intensely focused attention finally dispersed, he imdiately felt intense pain throughout his body, in every limb and organ, as though they were being scorched by flas.
This act was not rely out of boredom, but from a pure sense of unease.
Both this world and his own situation made him feel a pressing sense of crisis.
He was eager to gain so strength, at the very least, so ability to protect himself.
In “Divine Emperor,” everything was close to reality.
Whether it was martial arts, languages, the Five Senses, combat, or even daily life necessities, there was a complete, integrated system.
Most players would rely on the system’s default settings to play and engage in combat without seeking deeper understanding.
Yet, so would do their utmost to study all the knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, delve into the principles of martial arts, and fully understand everything in this world.
They could even break free from the restraints of the ga’s frawork and create new pivotal chanisms on their own.
And not only was Zong Shou one of them, but he was also a standout among such people.
Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill — he had comprehensively studied and mastered all these martial artists’ fundantals to the highest level of Return to Simplicity, master level.
Among the hundreds of millions of players, only a sparse thousand had achieved this feat.
In fact, Zong Shou had already grasped all the principles, variations, and derivations of Basic Swordsmanship.
What he needed to do now was just to let this body rember them, to make them his second nature.
But this body of his was simply too weak.
It could only endure the intensity of ordinary practice for as long as a pot of tea, with barely half the stamina of an ordinary person.
What was even more frustrating was that he could not practice the Basic Internal Skill at all.
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