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“It seems I’ve really transmigrated—”
Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou gazed expressionlessly at a round mirror before him.
The reflection in the mirror was clearly that of a boy not yet of age.
About thirteen, with a pale face, but those features were rarely handso and exquisitely perfect.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes, shimring with light.
However, at this mont, they were full of bitterness and helplessness.
He rembered that just a short while ago, he still had an extrely ordinary face, the kind that absolutely could not be found in a crowd.
But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had changed into that of such a handso man.
Although slightly sickly and delicate, he was undoubtedly top-notch in handsoness.
Even those top male celebrities known for their looks in TV shows from his previous life couldn’t compare.
If there was sothing lacking, it would only be his deanor.
At this mont, however, instead of any joy, Zong Shou felt nothing but confusion.
It was as if he were a fish that had been freely swimming in the sea and had suddenly co onto land.
In this world, aside from that suffocating strangeness, he felt a sense of fear and loneliness.
Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own cheek hard, imdiately feeling pain.
Naturally, he found no trace of costic surgery on his face.
“—The pain seems real; am I not dreaming?
But now, what exactly is my identity?
And this place, where on earth is it?”
‘Zong Shou,’ was the na in the mories of this body he now inhabited.
In his previous life, he had another na, but in this ti and place, that was aningless to him.
Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed, shifting his gaze away.
His heart was filled with despair, having completely given up on any notion of returning or ‘wakening’ from a dream.
In fact, he had been in this world for several days now.
Almost every ti he awoke from sleep, he would repeat the actions just described.
Today was already the seventh day.
Looking at the decor inside the carriage, it seed to be ancient China, yet it was neither here nor there.
He then pulled back the curtains, and saw outside vast expanses of adows stretching unbounded, verdant and refreshing to the spirit.
The air too was fresh and invigorating, utterly devoid of the pollution of the modern world.
However, looking further down, one would notice the carriage, though with wheels, was suspended in mid-air, three feet off the ground.
The sixteen single-horned unicorns in front were treading the air, capable of moving up and down.
Thus, though the carriage body was large, with just the carriage compartnt being about forty square ters, it could traverse any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.
At this mont in front, no one was driving, and it was rushing straight ahead, speeding towards the distance.
On both sides of the carriage, those marks from swords and knives were extrely concerning.
Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-covered soft couch.
Then with a slight shift in thought, a series of fragnted mory pictures floated up in his mind.
They were all disjointed and incomplete.
Among them were many characters, quite a few faces, and furthermore, there was a towering great mountain piercing the skies, a school so large it occupied half of an island in a lake.
It felt both strange and familiar, and vaguely, there was also a sense of fear.
This kind of emotion was extrely complex and bizarre.
At last in the deepest part of his mind, the only mory still intact was a collection of many mysterious characters forming a complete book.
These characters were completely different from any kind of writing in his world.
Yet, they too felt extrely familiar to him, as if he had mastered them in his previous life.
“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?
And this Demon Language.
Could this really be the Divine Emperor World?”
Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face entirely filled with confusion.
—— “Divine Emperor,” was a virtual ga that began in 2012 and beca a global sensation.
No one knew which ga company developed it, as all the accompanying gaming equipnt also appeared suddenly on the market.
It seed as if overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online gas into the era of virtual holographic illusions.
And whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or the demon clan script in his mind, he had seen them all inside Divine Emperor in his previous life.
Right, he rembered that at the end of his previous life, his last conscious mont was inside the “Divine Emperor” ga.
Cloud Realm Seven Emperors’ strife.
He, alone with a sword, fought against nurous heroes.
Yet, at the last mont, his body suddenly experienced an electric shock, losing all consciousness.
When he awoke, he had already switched bodies.
Everything around him was no longer the familiar Earth.
So now, was he in a ga, or in a real world?
Or perhaps, did this world have so connection to “Divine Emperor”?
His mind dizzied again, and Zong Shou simply gave up on all thoughts, opting not to think further.
In this train carriage, where he had nothing else to do, Zong Shou then pulled out a Green Steel Sword, about three feet long, and began to practice swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.
His feet moved forward and backward, shifting and coordinating with his body, making the sword light shine in the not-too-big, not-too-small carriage.
Just as in his previous life, each sword form and each step was precise to the extre, nearly perfect.
However, he had barely practiced Basic Swordsmanship for half a mont when Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his whole body sweating profusely.
And the silhouette of sword light inevitably beca slightly distorted.
It was only his innate, stubborn determination that kept him from collapsing on the floor.
Until the last bit of his strength was completely exhausted.
Zong Shou finally stopped the sword light and sat on the couch, panting.
When that extre concentration finally dispersed, he could imdiately feel every part of his body, his limbs and organs, aching as if they were being seared by flas.
This action was not just born out of boredom but out of sheer unease.
This world and his own situation provoked a sense of crisis and urgency in him.
He was desperate to gain so strength, at least enough to protect his life.
In “Divine Emperor,” everything was close to reality.
Whether it was martial arts, language, senses, combat, or even daily life necessities, there was a complete system in place.”
Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, seeking no further understanding.
But there were also people who would learn all sorts of knowledge and languages available within Divine Emperor, study the principles of martial arts, and comprehend everything about this world in depth.
They could even break free from the constraints of the ga and develop their own tactics based on existing foundations.
Not only was Zong Shou one of them, but he was also one of the finest among these people.
Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—he had thoroughly researched almost every foundational skill for martial artists, achieving the top level of Return to Simplicity, a master’s realm.
Among all the hundreds of millions of players, there were only about a thousand who had achieved this.
In fact, Zong Shou had mastered all the principles and variations of Basic Swordsmanship.
What he needed to do now was simply to make this body rember firmly, making it his own instinct.
But this body was truly too weak.
Even ordinary practice lasted only as long as a cup of tea, and his physical strength was even less than half of an ordinary person’s.
What was even more frustrating was that the Basic Internal Skill could not be cultivated at all.
It wasn’t that Zong Shou’s body was really weak.
In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and nimbleness, he could even exceed an ordinary person slightly.
His root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root should also belong to a first-class talent.
It was just the stamina that, for so unknown reason, was exceptionally weak.
But after seven days of exploring, Zong Shou had already found so clues.
It seed to be due to the bloodline he carried; being a Half-demon, a Human Fox hybrid, that gave him such a handso face.
And if he was not mistaken, both his father’s and mother’s families were likely to have extraordinary origins.
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