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“It seems I really have traveled through ti—”
In the lavishly decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked expressionlessly at a round mirror in front of him.
The image in the mirror was clearly that of an underage boy, about thirteen years old, with a pale complexion.
However, his features were unusually handso and exquisite.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly.
But at this mont, they were full of bitterness and helplessness.
I rember not long ago, I still distinctly had an extrely ordinary common face, the kind that would absolutely go unnoticed in a crowd.
Unexpectedly, after waking from this dream, my body had transford into such a handso man.
Although slightly sickly and delicate, he was undoubtedly top-tier in handsoness.
Even the top male celebrities known for their good looks in the previous life couldn’t compare.
If there was still sothing lacking, it was only the temperant.
However, at this mont, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, but rather a sense of being completely at a loss.
It was like a little fish that had been free and swimming in the sea, suddenly finding itself on land.
In this world, besides the deadly strangeness and suffocation, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.
Not willing to give up, Zong Shou squeezed his cheeks again, only to feel a pain imdiately.
Naturally, he found no traces of plastic surgery on his face.
“—There is a sensation of pain, so I’m probably not dreaming?
But now, what exactly is my identity?
And this strange place, where exactly am I?”
‘Zong Shou’ is the na from the mories of this body.
In his previous life, he had another na, but in this situation, that was aningless to him.
Muttering to himself a few tis, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.
His heart was filled with despair about returning or ‘waking from the dream’, and he had completely given up on that idea.
Actually, he had been in this world for several days.
Almost every ti he woke up from sleep, he would repeat the actions just now.
Today was already the seventh day.
Looking at the style of the carriage interior, it seed to be from ancient China, yet not quite right.
Upon pulling aside the curtain, he saw outside was a vast expanse of fields stretching boundless and green, which was soothing to the heart.
The air was also fresh and pleasant, utterly unlike the polluted air of the modern world.
But looking further down, one could see that the carriage, though equipped with wheels, hovered three feet above the ground.
The sixteen single-horned horses in front also moved through the air, capable of undulating up and down.
Thus, although the carriage was massive—with just the cabin itself being about forty square ters—it could navigate any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.
And at the mont, there was no one driving up front, and it was rushing straight ahead at high speed.
The slashes and sword cuts on the sides of the carriage were also particularly noteworthy.
Zong Shou only felt a wave of dizziness, slumping onto the velvet-padded couch.
Then, with just a slight thought, a series of fragnted, incomplete mories surged in his mind.
There were many texts, nurous faces, and also, a towering mountain piercing the clouds and a school on an island occupying most of a lake, hugely unbelievable in size.
It felt both foreign and familiar, with an underlying sense of fear.
This mix of emotions was indeed exceedingly complicated and weird.
At last in the deepest part of his mind, the only mory segnt that was still intact showed countless mysterious characters coming together to form a complete book.
These characters were utterly different from any text in his forr world, yet he felt extrely familiar with them, as if he had mastered them in a previous life.
“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?
And this Demon Language.
Could this place indeed be the Divine Emperor World?”
Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face showing complete bewildernt.
—— “Divine Emperor”, a global sensation since its inception in 2012, was an online ga.
No one knows which ga company developed it; all the requisite gaming equipnt also appeared on the market suddenly.
It seed as if overnight, the whole earth had moved from 2D and 3D online gas to the era of virtual holographic illusion realms.
Be it that school, that mountain peak, or these demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all inside Divine Emperor in his previous life.
That’s right, he rembered that at the end of his past life, his last consciousness was within the “Divine Emperor” ga.
In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors vied for dominance.
He, alone with a sword, battled against many.
Yet at the final mont, his body suddenly shivered with an electric current, and he lost all consciousness.
When he awoke, he had switched bodies.
Nothing he could see was the familiar Earth anymore.
So, at this mont, was he in a ga, or a real world?
Or perhaps, was this world connected to “Divine Emperor”?
Once again feeling dizzy in his mind, Zong Shou simply put everything aside and stopped thinking about it.
Inside this train carriage, having nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began practicing swordsmanship within the relatively spacious carriage room.
HIs footsteps moved forward and backward, shifting and pairing with his body movents, making the sword glow dazzle within the neither large nor small train carriage.
Just as in his past life, every sword form, every step, was so precise that it almost reached perfection.
However, this basic swordsmanship had just been practiced for half a mont when Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat.
And that figure in the sword light inevitably started to distort slightly.
He kept forcing himself to continue, driven by his inborn, never-die belief, preventing him from collapsing on the ground.
Until the last bit of his strength was exhausted did Zong Shou finally stop the sword light and sat on the bed, gasping for breath.
When his intensely focused attention finally spread out, he could imdiately feel every part of his body, every limb and organ, burning as if seared by flas.
This action was not rely out of boredom but a re sense of unease.
This world and his own situation invariably brought him a sense of crisis and urgency.
He was desperate to gain so strength, at 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 necessities, there was a complete system in place.
Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, without seeking deeper understanding.
However, so would do their utmost to learn various knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, delve into the principles of martial arts, and understand everything about this world.
They might even break free from the constraints of the ga, finding crucial clues based on what them existed.
And Zong Shou was not only one of those people, but he was also a standout among them.
Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—he had thoroughly mastered almost all of the martial artist’s basics and reached the highest level of “Return to simplicity”, achieving a master level.
Among all the hundreds of millions of players, those who had achieved this were, after all, just a thousand or so.
In fact, Zong Shou had already mastered all principles, changes, and derivations of this basic swordsmanship.
All he needed to do now was make this body rember it, to beco his instinct.
But this body of his was really too weak.
Even ordinary exercises could only last for the duration of a tea, and his physical strength was not even half that of an average person.
What was even more frustrating was that the basic internal strength was completely untrainable.
It wasn’t that Zong Shou’s body was inherently weak.
In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and flexibility, he could even surpass an average person by quite a bit.
Even his root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root should belong to the genius class.
It was only his physical strength that was unusually weak for so reason.
However, after groping for seven days, Zong Shou had already started to figure it out.
It must be because of the bloodline he was born with, being a half-demon, a mix of human and fox, that he had such a handso face.
And if his expectations were correct, both his paternal and maternal families should have extraordinary origins.
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