Transmigration, the Orlando Plane

Are these memories from my previous life?

While unconscious, Lynn dreamed. In the dream, he had lived for thirty happy years on the first plane called Earth. Then, on his thirtieth birthday, he had been run over and killed by a dump truck desperate to meet its quota, sending him to this unfamiliar world...

"Ah!"

Just before the dump truck was about to hit him, Lynn shouted and jolted awake from his dream.

Before he realized it, his forehead was already covered in sweat.

"Lynn, you're awake!" A gentle voice sounded beside him.

Lynn looked up. A man dressed in a light blue robe stood before him, his long dark green hair hanging loose. He had a face as sharply carved as if by blade and axe, and eyes as keen as an eagle's. He was looking at Lynn calmly.

"Teacher!"

The moment Lynn recognized him, he immediately recalled what had happened before he lost consciousness.

He, Lynn Harrington, was the eldest son of Duke Harrington of the Magat Kingdom on the Orlando Continent, an Eighth-level Warrior.

He served as the City Lord of Custer City, located along the border between Beastmen and humans, responsible for scouting and resisting the Beastman armies.

Since he had believed there would be no danger, shortly after becoming City Lord, he had brought his wife and children to Custer City.

After all, ever since the armistice agreement had been signed, humans and the Orc Race had not fought any major wars for nearly ten thousand years. The entire Eastern Continent had likewise remained peaceful for nearly ten thousand years.

Yet several days ago, a Saint Domain Beastman mage had suddenly appeared above Custer City. With a casual forbidden spell, he had destroyed the entire city. Millions of residents, warriors, and adventurers had all died. Only Lynn had survived.

His wife and children were all dead.

Revenge. He had to take revenge!

Thinking of this, Lynn hurriedly shouted, "Teacher, the Beastmen have torn up the armistice agreement! We must quickly notify the Supreme Council and the various kingdoms to prepare for battle!"

Lynn looked expectantly at the dark green-haired man before him. His teacher was a Saint Domain Expert with enormous prestige among the human kingdoms, known as the Grayrock Sword Saint.

Grayrock Sword Saint Desman!

He was also a member of the Supreme Council and possessed immense influence throughout the human race.

Teacher will definitely be able to help me take revenge!

But faced with Lynn's hopeful gaze, the Grayrock Sword Saint merely sighed softly. "Lynn, the war is already over. Focus on recovering first. We'll talk about Alice and the others after you've healed."

"The war is over?"

Lynn was utterly confused. He wanted to ask more, but the Grayrock Sword Saint raised a hand to stop him. "Recover from your injuries. You'll learn what you need to know later."

After telling Lynn to rest and recover properly, the Grayrock Sword Saint left. Lynn was the only one remaining in the room.

"My injuries!"

Lynn sat cross-legged and circulated his battle qi to inspect his body. Only then did he discover that his injuries had already healed completely.

He remembered that when he had escaped from that endless storm, as terrifying as a natural disaster, he had been gravely wounded. One arm and one leg had been broken, his body had been covered in wounds, and even his internal organs had suffered severe damage.

"A Light Element Grand Magus must have treated me!" Lynn quickly guessed the reason.

However, in that terrifying forbidden spell, he had also suffered a wound to his soul. A Light Element Grand Magus had no way to treat soul injuries, so he could only recover slowly on his own.

"I survived, but Alice, Lucia, and Molent..." Thinking of his wife and children, Lynn could not help clenching his fists.

He, Lynn Harrington, was hailed as the most gifted warrior of his generation in the Magat Kingdom.

After reaching adulthood, he had become the disciple of the Saint Domain Expert, Grayrock Sword Saint Desman, learning the battle qi codex Desman had created himself, the Grayrock Codex. Before even reaching thirty, he had already cultivated to the Eighth-level Warrior realm.

Even Desman had praised him, saying he had a considerable chance of stepping into the Saint Domain and becoming one of the peak experts of humanity.

But in that world-ending disaster, he had truly felt his own helplessness.

He could not even protect his own wife and children!

When Lynn closed his eyes, the faces of his wife and children kept flashing through his mind!

As did his wife Alice's final cries, telling him not to worry about them and to run!

As he thought of it, two trails of tears could not help but stream from the corners of Lynn's eyes!

"I will definitely avenge you!"

Only after a long while did Lynn's eyes slowly regain their focus. This soul injury had not only left him unconscious for a long time, but had also awakened the memories from before his transmigration.

As he reviewed those memories in his mind, more complicated than an entire lifetime, the expression in his eyes shifted from shock to calmness, then to wild joy.

"Based on the memories from my previous life and my thirty years of experience in this life, I can be certain that I've transmigrated into The Dragon World!" Light gradually returned to Lynn's eyes. "According to the original novel, when beings below the divine level die in The Dragon World, they do not truly die. Their souls travel to the Undead Realm in the Netherworld, where they begin anew."

"The protagonist Linley later went to the Netherworld and asked the Death Sovereign for help, resurrecting his father, as well as Yale, Dixie, and the others!"

"As long as I can obtain the Death Sovereign's help, Alice and the others can still be resurrected!"

"But can a mere Eighth-level Warrior like me really ask the Death Sovereign to resurrect my family?" As Lynn thought about it, his expression darkened again.

The Death Sovereign was a supreme existence who ruled the entire Netherworld, one of the Four Rule Sovereigns of the Coiling Dragon Universe. Let alone a minor Eighth-level Warrior like him, even Highgods were like ants before her.

Only powerful Prefect Lords, or even Paragon Highgods, could make her look upon them favorably!

"Asura. Paragon!"

Having read the original novel, Lynn knew just how difficult that would be.

A Paragon Highgod was someone who had comprehended and fused every profound mystery within a single Element Law.

Even by the era of the protagonist Linley, more than a thousand plane eras had passed in the Coiling Dragon Universe, yet there had only been several dozen such peerless figures.

"What point in the timeline am I in now?" Lynn silently searched his memories for major events that had occurred on the plane where he lived.

Very soon, he roughly determined the current point in time.

For a long period in the past, the entire Orlando Plane had been ruled by the Church of Light.

But tens of thousands of years ago, after the Light Pope of that generation broke through to become a god and departed for the Light God Plane, the native experts of the Orlando Continent had united to overthrow the Church of Light's rule. The faith of the Lord of Light had also been completely purged.

And this had not drawn the descent and intervention of experts from the Light God Plane.

From this, Lynn concluded that a long time had already passed since the creation of heaven and earth, even since the large-scale wars waged by the Main Gods over faith.

After all, even the Lord of Light no longer cared about faith in Material Planes.

However, he would need to visit a Supreme Plane to learn the exact point in time.

"Since so much time has passed since the War of Faith, the Sovereign Sparks must have already been completely divided up. There's no hope of becoming a Main God, and becoming a Paragon is even harder than becoming a Main God!"

Lynn's gaze was resolute. "But no matter how difficult it is, I must resurrect Alice and the others!"

More than ten days later, the injury to Lynn's soul had finally improved. The pallor in his face had faded, replaced by a healthy flush, and he was able to walk on his own.

Only through his conversations with the servants over the past few days did he learn that he was currently at Teacher Desman's residence, Grayrock Manor, near the Dark Mountain Range in the center of the continent.

And on this day, he finally saw his teacher, the Grayrock Sword Saint Desman, once more.

"Teacher!" Lynn bowed respectfully.

He was deeply grateful to Teacher Desman. After accepting Lynn as his disciple, Desman had not only treated him like family, but had taught him everything without reservation.

This time, if Teacher Desman had not intervened, Lynn would have found it difficult to pull through.

Desman nodded slightly. "It seems you've recovered quite a bit!"

"Teacher, you said the war is over? Did the Beastmen, who started this war without cause, receive their punishment?" Lynn asked impatiently.

He would never forget the appearance of the Beastman who had destroyed Custer City. He swore that he would make that person pay the price!

However, his current strength was far too weak. If he wanted to make that person pay, he could only rely on the power of humanity.

Hearing Lynn's words, Desman looked at him, shook his head, and sighed. "We lost the war! The human kingdoms have already signed an agreement to become vassals of the Beastmen!"

"What?"

"We lost?"

"All the human kingdoms have become Beastman vassals?"

Lynn felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His mind swam, and he nearly collapsed headfirst to the ground. He could hardly believe what he had heard.

The news that humanity had become Beastman vassals was even more unbearable to him than the deaths of his wife and daughters!

How could humanity have lost?

How could humanity lose?

With a pleading look in his eyes, he looked toward Teacher Desman, hoping that Desman would suddenly smile, make a face, and say, "Fool, I was just tricking you! We won, and the Beastmen who started the war have received the punishment they deserved!"

But Teacher Desman merely looked at him expressionlessly and said, word by word, "Yes, we lost. Not only was the Custer City you guarded destroyed, even the Holy City was destroyed!"

The Holy City was the sacred land of humanity. It housed humanity's highest authority—the Supreme Council!

Only Saint Domain experts among humans and representatives of the major kingdoms were qualified to attend the Supreme Council. Ordinarily, the Holy City was also garrisoned by a large army composed of Seventh-level and above Warriors, while dozens of Saint Domain elders lived there year-round!

Moreover, humanity's acknowledged strongest expert, the Grand Elder Taringe, lived there as well.

Yet the human Holy City, guarded by such formidable forces, had actually been destroyed!

Lynn's legs began trembling uncontrollably. He felt as though he could collapse at any moment.

And Teacher Desman had not finished delivering the bad news. He continued, "When the Holy City was destroyed, the Grand Elder stationed there and the other dozens of elders all died as well. Not a single one escaped!"

Facing Lynn's disbelieving gaze, Teacher Desman's expression finally changed for the first time. It was a look of helplessness mixed with fear.

"Because the Orc Race gave birth to a god!"