The Protagonist Who Died Once Right After Transmigrating

"Insect Martial Soul? Sigh, another useless Martial Soul!"

On Douluo Continent, in the Awakening Room of Red Mountain Academy, the Spirit Transmitter finished speaking. The little boy before him pursed his lips and remained silent.

Seemingly realizing that his words had been inappropriate, the Spirit Transmitter hurriedly said,

"Child, don't be sad. You were born with Soul Power."

"I-I have Soul Power?" The little boy before him looked at him in surprise.

The Spirit Transmitter nodded. "I gave you a simple test just now. You have Innate Soul Power at rank one. It may not be very good, but at least you have Soul Power. As long as you work hard, you can become a Spirit Master!"

The little boy before him froze. "B-but my Martial Soul is an insect..."

The Spirit Transmitter smiled. "Have you heard the story of the Tang Sect? The founding patriarch of the Tang Sect had Blue Silver Grass as his main Martial Soul! Twenty thousand years ago, he relied on what ordinary people considered a completely useless Martial Soul to dominate the continent and defeat the evil Spirit Hall."

"But wasn't the founding patriarch of the Tang Sect's Martial Soul the Blue Silver Emperor?" the little boy before him asked seriously.

"Uh..." The Spirit Transmitter was slightly embarrassed. This little fellow was clearly not so easy to fool. "The Blue Silver Emperor also evolved from Blue Silver Grass. If you want to become a Spirit Master, then work hard."

The little boy bit his lip. "Thank you, Lord Spirit Transmitter."

Not until he left the gates of Red Mountain Academy did the little boy, Nan Fusheng, turn back for a look. The street before Red Mountain Academy was already packed to the brim, filled with parents bringing their children to undergo awakening.

Luckily, he had arrived early.

"Dad, what do you think my Martial Soul will be?" The little boy, who had just turned six, looked at his father with excitement.

Hearing that voice, Nan Fusheng looked over and saw a little boy with short black hair. He was slightly taller than children his age, but the most eye-catching thing was his pair of eyes. They were large and clearly black and white, while his long eyelashes surpassed even those of many girls. Though his clothes were ordinary, his outstanding appearance still made him easy to notice.

"Tang Wulin."

Seeing the protagonist of this world, Nan Fusheng's lips curved slightly. Then he slowly turned around and stopped listening to the discussion behind him.

Nan Fusheng's home was in the commoner district of Aolai City. Upon returning home, he muttered, "I'm back," then slowly shook his head. He really still was not used to this.

"Is this my Martial Soul?"

As Nan Fusheng raised his right hand, an insect appeared on his palm. The insect itself was translucent. He looked at his Martial Soul.

Sigh, why did I have to transmigrate into the era of Dragon King Legend? Still, at least in this era, I don't need to worry about being watched by Third Brother from the God Realm. With my cheat, I can at least guarantee becoming a god!

That was right. Nan Fusheng was a transmigrator. Back then, he had been watching the Douluo Continent TV drama at home while reading the novel Lord of Mysteries. Unexpectedly, the show had happened to reach Third Brother's line: "You already have a path to death."

Then he transmigrated. Unfortunately, he had transmigrated into a broken family. The man had abandoned his wife and child, while the woman was a shrew. His existence seemed like an accident.

It seemed that aside from a brief period after his birth, when the family had been happy, the young couple's romance had led to the birth of a child, followed by minor everyday conflicts that gradually turned into mutual insults. In the end, they had become strangers to each other.

And when he was about three months old, he had died once. His father had run away from home, while his mother had gone out to fool around as if there were no child in the house at all.

On the first day, unbearable hunger made him cry.

On the second day, no one cared for him, and he stopped crying.

On the third day, he starved to death, and his cheat first appeared.

"Am I going to die? Starve to death, no less. Hehe."

The darkness before his eyes was tinged with the deep crimson brought by Light Element. Thoughts surged through Nan Fusheng's mind, impossible to calm.

Just then, he suddenly felt as if the air around him had stopped moving, becoming viscous and strange.

Then, whispers sounded beside his ears—sometimes fine and dense, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes enticing, sometimes violent, sometimes crazed.

Though he could not understand what the murmurs were saying, Nan Fusheng could not help but listen and try to distinguish them.

His head hurt again, as violently as if a steel spike had been driven into it.

Nan Fusheng felt as though his head was about to burst, his thoughts stained with hallucinatory colors.

He knew something was wrong and desperately tried to open his eyes, yet he could not complete even that simple movement.

His entire body grew tenser and tenser, as if it might snap at any moment. He could no longer endure it. Just as the string in his mind was about to break, the overlapping, chaotic whispers of countless voices retreated. The surroundings became extremely quiet, and the atmosphere turned hazy.

It was not just the atmosphere. Nan Fusheng felt that his body had become hazy as well.

He tried opening his eyes again. This time, it was very easy.

A boundless gray fog entered his vision—misty, blurry, and endless.

"What is this?" Nan Fusheng looked around in astonishment, then lowered his head and discovered that he was floating at the edge of an endless expanse of gray fog.

"Sefirah Castle." The term suddenly appeared in Nan Fusheng's mind. Beyond that, he discovered that he seemed to be in a spiritual body state.

Corresponding pathways: The Fool, Error, Door.

Corresponding Great Old Ones: Lord of Mysteries, King of Space-Time, Beacon of Destiny, Incarnation of Sefirah Castle, Dominator of the Spirit World. Another piece of information surfaced in his mind, and then the gray fog kicked him out.

After waking up, he found that he had not died. A trace of power still lingered in his mind, and he barely survived the beginner stage by relying on that power.

Afterward, through research, he gradually figured out that this was probably Sefirah Castle from Lord of Mysteries.

Life truly was unpredictable. Watching a TV show and reading a novel could both make someone transmigrate. If he had known, he would have read Shrouding the Heavens, Battle Through the Heavens, or Perfect World instead. Wouldn't he have soared straight to the top then?

No, Third Brother was still the real culprit. Though Nan Fusheng knew it was not his fault, the last sentence he had heard was, "You already have a path to death."

Hm, Third Brother, you already have a path to death.

After letting his thoughts run wild for a while, Nan Fusheng slowly walked into the kitchen, casually ate some food, checked the time, and decided to go out to train.

Yes, Marauder training. That was right—Nan Fusheng was already a Marauder.

The human power system in Lord of Mysteries was the Sequence Potion system. Every pathway had ten progressively advancing levels: Sequence 9, Sequence 8, Sequence 7, Sequence 6, Sequence 5, Sequence 4, Sequence 3, Sequence 2, Sequence 1, and Sequence 0. After Sequence 2, there were even more complicated classifications for other levels.

And Nan Fusheng was a Sequence 9: Marauder.

It was difficult to distinguish a Marauder from ordinary thieves and pickpockets. Perhaps their methods were more skillful, but their purpose in stealing valuables was not for enjoyment or survival. It was more like fulfilling a mission.

His physique was enhanced to a certain degree. He was an excellent user of daggers and short swords. Those were Nan Fusheng's Sequence 9 abilities, as well as his understanding of this Sequence.

Extraordinary abilities:

Steal: He could easily steal items from a target's pockets without being noticed.

Agile Hand: It improved the stability and flexibility of his wrists and fingers.

"Potions" needed to be digested, and the way to digest them was to act in ways that matched the Sequence's name. As a Marauder, if Nan Fusheng wanted to "digest the Potion," he could only play the role of a Marauder. This was also his source of income.

However, he always knew when to stop. He only stole enough for one meal or one day's living expenses. He also never targeted poor families or wealthy families. The poor were already miserable, and they might not even have money on them. As for wealthy families, they might have Spirit Masters, so neither were his targets.

Most of Nan Fusheng's targets were small-time thugs without Soul Power. With the methods of a Marauder, he would succeed before those thugs even noticed. Even then, he only took enough for one meal at a time.

This was one of Nan Fusheng's rules as a Marauder: "A Marauder must not be excessively greedy." In Lord of Mysteries, Potion digestion could be understood as a "Potion" being a profession, while acting was doing the things associated with that profession and developing one's own understanding of it.

In other words, one had to be clear about what one's "profession" was. Whether it was a "lawyer," "writer," or "animal tamer," one had to explore and summarize the basic principles of that profession, then let one's body, mind, and actions adapt to and follow those principles, playing the role of a qualified working member of society.

When one's image finally matched the public's understanding of those professions, the Potion could be digested.

However, just as in the novel, one had to remember one thing: we were acting out those professions. Deep within our souls, we were still independent and autonomous selves.

After finishing a day of training, Nan Fusheng went to bed.