A Transmigrator Should Treasure His Life Most!

Li Xing looked around the space, which stretched beyond sight. The only thing standing in it was the statue of a "Blademaster" before him.

"This statue is pretty big, but is it the only one in this whole space?"

Looking at the stone Blademaster, which was slightly taller than he was, Li Xing instinctively stepped forward and touched it.

The moment Li Xing's palm touched the statue, a flash of white light instantly pulled him back to scenes of his earlier battles.

Whether from his clone's perspective or his own, whether the opponents were gnolls or bandits, it was as though he were reliving each of his earlier battles.

Each scene of desperate fighting was etched deeply into his consciousness. At last, it ended with him beheading the bandit leader with a single sword stroke.

When his vision returned to the statue before him, its outward appearance had already changed somewhat.

After examining it carefully, Li Xing found that the statue's body was no longer simply made of grayish-brown stone. It had begun to take on some color.

"Could this statue gradually become more lifelike as I improve?"

Li Xing thought about the novels, anime, and other entertainment he had seen before transmigrating.

"Yeah! That must be it! Usually, the way these stories go, once I've fully integrated my experience, I'll have to face a trial against myself to break through!"

As Li Xing saw it, trials almost always came down to the familiar maxim that a person's greatest opponent was themselves. Having been tempered by both academia and society, Li Xing had long since gained a deep understanding of that.

"But wasn't I supposed to continue playing the 3C game in my dream? How did I end up here?" No one answered Li Xing's question, and his confusion persisted until the moment he woke from the dream.

Morning!

A new day dawned in Hunter Town.

And in the new day, Li Xing began... making egg pancakes.

He had promised Lucy the night before that he would take care of the children's food and clothing.

So Li Xing instinctively set about making breakfast for the children, completely forgetting that there was no such thing as breakfast in this town.

As Li Xing cooked the egg pancakes, he couldn't stop regretting that he hadn't gotten to play the 3C game in his dream.

"Sigh... Next time I get a chance to obtain a hero skill template, I'll choose the Paladin for the light faction. For the dark faction, I'm definitely picking the Tauren Chieftain!"

Li Xing wanted to choose the Tauren, but not because he wanted to be a Tauren.

It was simply that, after reliving his memories the night before and once again experiencing the battles from his clone's perspective, Li Xing had tasted death twice. He deeply loathed the helplessness he felt on the brink of death.

To avoid experiencing that again, Li Xing had set his sights on the Tauren's resurrection skill! And that choice was indeed in keeping with the thinking of most transmigrators.

Question: What did a transmigrator treasure most?

Answer: A transmigrator's own life, of course!

You've managed to transmigrate, and you're not going to enjoy your time afterward? Is there something wrong with your head?

Huh? What? You say you don't have a cheat?

Oh! Then good luck.

So, as someone with a cheat, I don't think many people would dislike having one.

Just like the most painful thing in the world was dying before spending all your money, who wouldn't treasure a life with a cheat?

And if you were still alive but your cheat was gone, then... you'd have to treasure that life of yours with a cheat even more!

All things considered, Li Xing followed his survival instincts and made up his mind. If he got another chance to enter the 3C dream, he had to choose the Tauren Chieftain.

Even a pure-love warrior couldn't change his mind!

After taking the last egg pancake out of the pan, Li Xing set the pancakes in the middle of the courtyard.

"Come to think of it, I haven't even mastered Bladestorm. If I choose another hero, will I be able to master Reincarnation?"

Asking himself that made Li Xing realize where the problem lay.

"No! I have to figure out why I can't master Bladestorm first. Otherwise, if I happen to enter the dream game again and choose a skill I can't learn, wouldn't that be awkward?"

Li Xing knew full well that opportunity favored the prepared, so after calling the children to get up, he sat in the courtyard and gave it some thought.

While he was thinking, the children got up and discovered the pancakes already waiting in the courtyard.

"There are pancakes again!"

One child's cry ignited a fire in the children's hearts, instantly driving the sleepiness from everyone's eyes.

Seeing the children charge forward madly without a care, Li Xing felt his blood pressure shoot up.

He used Wind Walk to dash forward and move the pancakes he had set out to another spot.

The smooth, fluid movement made the children's eyes go wide. A few of them even stared at him open-mouthed.

Ignoring the drooling children, Li Xing thoroughly enjoyed their admiring gazes as he repeated,

"Whoever finishes washing up first gets to be the first to enjoy the egg pancakes made by big brother Li Xing!"

After he explained the rule, the children swarmed madly toward the well at Lucy's house and began jostling one another to wash up.

Seeing this, Li Xing nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad. Just like when I was little! Competition has to start when they're young."

He recalled how he had just used Wind Walk.

Li Xing wondered to himself, My combat power should be higher than a weakling's measly five by now, right? At my level, I'd guess it should be at least around twenty.

Just as Li Xing was indulging in his narcissism, a question suddenly flashed through his mind. "Never mind my combat power. What level am I now, anyway?"

That question gave Li Xing an idea. "Could the reason I haven't mastered Bladestorm be that I haven't reached LV10!?"

He recalled that since learning from the Resurrection Stone that he was LV3, he didn't seem to have fought all that many battles, big or small.

Leaving the wild wolves aside, he hadn't even killed ten bandits himself, so where would he have gotten the experience to level up?

Realizing something, Li Xing made up his mind and muttered to himself, "Looks like I need to visit the Resurrection Stone again and find out what state my body is in!"

Having settled on his goal, Li Xing began guiding the children to line up in order, get their food, and eat breakfast.

Once he had seen to the children's breakfast, Li Xing picked up a bowl of noodle soup and took a sip, then took a big bite of the pancake in his hand.

As he savored and chewed the egg pancake he had made, he exclaimed excitedly to himself, "This is the stuff!"

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Li Xing "kindly" arranged for the children to go back to sleep.

After giving them a few instructions, he took the extra food he had made that morning and headed for Aniekra's house.

That morning, on a road in Hunter Town, a man muttered to himself in distress,

"Sigh... How am I supposed to explain (make excuses for) eating my way to the bottom of the flour jar at Lucy's house?"