The Many Ways Transmigrators Die!

Wang Ping couldn't help glancing at the member list and spotted Cai Yonglong (1) at the very top.

The first member to join the group was still alive—that guy had some serious luck.

Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

After all, the first member had no one to guide him; he had to figure everything out on his own. The difficulty must have been immense.

If Wang Ping hadn't been enlightened by these Transmigrator Seniors before his own transmigration, he wouldn't have known there were so many intricacies and dangers involved.

Wu Jun (20): "Uh, how did he survive? I transmigrated to an Earth-like planet several times bigger than Earth, with humans and technology far more advanced. I was lucky enough to appear in an empty alley. I'm still an undocumented resident, but food, clothing, shelter, and transportation are sorted."

Zhang Hu (5): "I transmigrated to a fantasy world—pretty fortunate, I'd say. My arrival point was a Knight Academy. Since it's a fantasy world, magic exists, so my sudden appearance didn't scare anyone. Instead, it piqued the interest of a Knight Academy instructor. Plus, my Golden Finger is decent, so I'm currently studying there."

Liu Mei (15): "Transmigrated to an ancient world. Luxurious Life."

Fang Yun (3): "Also transmigrated to an ancient world, but not an ordinary one—this world has martial arts. I'm training hard right now. My goal is to master martial arts, roam the jianghu, and win a beauty's heart."

Wang Ping (66): "...Everyone's situations sound pretty good."

Wang Ping felt a twinge of envy.

These four Transmigrator Seniors—except for Wu Jun, who had it rough—faced no immediate life-threatening danger. That already put them ahead of many.

After all, so many transmigrators had died; the ones still alive had tough luck.

But listening to these seniors, it seemed everyone transmigrated to different worlds, and which world you ended up in was pure luck.

Wang Ping (66): "By the way, what world did Number One transmigrator big shot go to? Why isn't he showing up?"

Wu Jun (20): "You mean Cai Yonglong? He transmigrated to a Xianxia World and became an Inner Sect Disciple of a powerful sect. He doesn't have time to slack off in the group chat. Better to spend that time cultivating and getting stronger. After all, a Xianxia World is thrilling but also extremely dangerous."

Wang Ping (66): "Fair enough."

A Xianxia World was indeed dangerous—one slip and you're dead.

But the power to burn mountains, boil seas, and shatter stars with a flick of a finger was incredibly alluring.

Plus, most Xianxia Worlds offered the pursuit of immortality, which put them above many other worlds.

Of course, when it came to immortality, an Immortal Cultivation World was the best.

"Ding, the death replay of member Chen Kang (67) has been recorded. Group members can click to view and learn from it."

The group system's notification rang out, and Wang Ping's expression turned complicated.

He didn't bother complaining, though, and silently clicked in.

Instantly, a virtual screen appeared, and images began to play.

In the footage, Chen Kang looked about thirty years old, standing in his pre-transmigration rural hometown house.

Like Wang Ping, he had spent half an hour preparing a lot of things, including seeds for various plants and fruits.

Clearly, Chen Kang had also read plenty of web novels.

Then, the transmigration began.

After transmigrating, Chen Kang appeared directly on a dilapidated street.

From a bird's-eye view, the street was swarming with monsters.

Wang Ping recognized their appearance immediately—zombies.

Right in front of Chen Kang stood a Mutated Zombie, a full four meters tall.

The moment Chen Kang appeared, the Mutated Zombie sensed him and grabbed him in one swift motion.

Chen Kang struggled in terror and despair, but it was useless. The Mutated Zombie twisted off his head and started eating it.

Like a human munching on a twisted dough stick.

Watching the bloody scene, Wang Ping's face turned pale, and his stomach churned uncomfortably.

Chen Kang's fate was too brutal.

In the chat group, everyone had finished watching the video and started commenting.

Wu Jun (20): "Too brutal, way too brutal. He transmigrated right in front of a Mutated Zombie and got eaten like a dough stick."

Liu Mei (15): "That's the danger of transmigration. The world and location are completely random. Whether you die or not depends entirely on luck. Clearly, this newcomer Chen Kang wasn't lucky—he was pitifully unlucky."

Zhang Hu (5): "Looks like it'll take a while for this group to gather ten living members and unlock the Group Mission function."

Fang Yun (3): "Uh, actually, I think it's better if the Group Mission function stays locked. Knowing this chat group's nature, the missions will be extremely dangerous. One slip and we're dead."

Wu Jun (20): "Makes sense. But even though the death rate is high, gathering ten people is only a matter of time. No point worrying too much—mental exhaustion will just wear you out."

Liu Mei (15): "Wu Jun's right. Overthinking is pointless. Just go with the flow. So, newcomer, try your best to survive. Don't end up like the other transmigrator comrades."

Wang Ping (66): "I'll do my best. wry smile.jpg"

Wang Ping felt a bit helpless.

Not dying on arrival was just the beginning.

Next, he had to ensure he could survive steadily for a while.

Even if he did survive, who knew what would happen when the Group Mission unlocked.

Cai Yonglong (1): "These newbies this time... kinda got the short end of the stick."

Suddenly, a chat message popped up in the group, catching everyone off guard before the conversation heated up.

Wu Jun (20): "Hey, big shot Cai Yonglong actually surfaced—time to grovel."

Zhang Hu (5): "Silently lurking, while admiring the big shot."

Liu Mei (15): "Oh, Cai Ge, how do you have time to show up? Aren't you prepping for the Inner Sect Competition?"

Fang Yun (3): "No need to guess—Cai Ge must've finished his closed-door training, gotten way stronger, and doesn't need to prep anymore."

Cai Yonglong (1): "Finished training, yeah. Got way stronger, yeah. But as for confidence... not that much, really."

Fang Yun (3): "Here we go again. Can't you flex a different way, Cai Ge? 'Not that much' means ninety percent sure, right? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻."

Cai Yonglong (1): "Small thinking, small vision. I broke through to Innate Realm Seventh Level this time, and I've cultivated the Earthly Fiend Art to the eighth layer. My combat power's on par with a typical Innate Realm Great Perfection. Winning first place? Not a hundred percent, but ninety-nine percent is solid."