Rebirth? Transmigration?

In Xiao Rang's room in the real world, space slowly rippled like water, and a fissure resembling a doorway appeared in the middle. A slender, fair leg stepped out of the void, followed by an incomparably graceful figure. Her face was veiled in purple gauze, concealing her features. However, her bearing and mannerisms made it clear that she was someone who had held a high position for many years. After all, a person's appearance could easily be changed, but their temperament and disposition were difficult to alter. The woman glanced at Xiao Rang's room with distaste, then walked over to him. After confirming that he was dead, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"This is troublesome. If they find out...," the woman muttered softly as she stared at Xiao Rang's corpse.

"Forget it. Luckily for you, you ran into This Lady. I'll help you this once, and consider it compensation for accidentally killing you!"

The woman stepped before Xiao Rang's corpse and lightly waved her hands. A green light drifted out from Xiao Rang's body, and she tossed it into a dazzling ball of seven-colored light. She then hurled the ball toward the spatial fissure behind her. The light merged into the crack in space and slowly vanished.

"Since you like that world, This Lady will send you there. But don't think I'll be like those guys and give you so many benefits that you become... People on Earth seem to call that sort of existence a Dragon God, right?"

"Still, if you make good use of what I've left you, you shouldn't turn out too badly. See you!"

The woman seemed quite pleased with her handiwork. After finishing her monologue, she lifted her foot and walked toward the spatial fissure. For some reason, a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of her lips just before she left. Then, her figure gradually disappeared. The room fell silent, as though nothing had happened. Only Xiao Rang's corpse lay there quietly.

"Hmm!"

Xiao Rang's consciousness gradually returned, and a soft grunt escaped through his nose. The needle-like pain still lingered in his mind. He tried to move his limbs, but only tearing pain came in response. His arms and legs did not move according to his will as they normally would. Just as Xiao Rang was puzzled, a clear, ethereal female voice entered his mind.

"Kid, let me apologize first. I accidentally killed you! But don't curse me. I've already compensated you. As for what that compensation is, you'll find out once you're born!"

Upon hearing the voice in his head, Xiao Rang was utterly dumbfounded. He had actually been killed for some inexplicable reason. And he had died twice. Dying in the game hadn't been enough; even his death in the real world had been dragged into it. Worse still, aside from a breezy apology, his killer showed no remorse whatsoever. She had even teased him. Wasn't she afraid he would pry open his coffin lid and come looking for her? Wait, hadn't he died at home? Then he was screwed. It wasn't even certain whether he would have a coffin lid to pry open. After all, Xiao Rang had always lived alone and had few friends. By the time anyone found him, he would probably have turned into a dried corpse. The thought made him feel even worse.

"This young master has been a decent person. I never bullied men or women, nor did I commit every evil under the sun. How did I suffer such a calamity at such a young age?"

As he thought of his situation, the gloom in Xiao Rang's heart grew wildly like weeds. Suddenly, his entire body jolted. He recalled that voice mentioning compensation, and also being born. Could it be that he had already been reincarnated and was now inside his mother's womb? At that thought, Xiao Rang was left utterly... uh, not windblown, but womb-blown. However, he had still guessed wrong. He was not inside anyone's womb. Instead, he existed as a ball of seven-colored light speeding through a turbulent current of space and time, with no idea where he was headed.

An unknown golden space

Three figures sat around a table, staring at a bronze mirror placed in its center. Suddenly, the person in the middle sprang to his feet and burst into laughter. In the end, he laughed so hard that he fell to the ground and rolled around.

"Ha ha! This is too funny! I never expected it, never expected that she would actually make the mistake of killing someone too! And her method was exactly the same as mine back then. Even what she did afterward was nearly identical. Let's see how she mocks me from now on, ha ha!" The figure lay on the ground, laughing as he spoke.

"Old man, you'd better be careful. If Sister Rou finds out that you're laughing at her, she'll beat you up!" At that moment, a figure stepped forward from the left. He was short and squat, with tiny arms and legs. His oval head seemed to connect directly to his body, making him look rather adorable. His soft, sweet voice instantly snapped the figure on the ground awake, and the laughter came to an abrupt stop.

"That's right, old man. Be careful, or Sister Rou'er might send you to another world to suffer, just like my predecessor!" At that moment, the figure on the right also walked over to persuade him. She wore a black bow on her head, and her silvery-white hair framed a delicate face with a pair of blue eyes. She approached with elegant poise.

Hearing the woman's words, the figure in the middle abruptly sat up. Cold sweat now covered his face, and all his earlier ease had vanished. Instead, he nervously looked from side to side, as though afraid someone might spread word of what he had just done. After smoothing his head of white hair and straightening his green kimono, the old man made sure everything was in order. Then he called the other two closer. The three whispered among themselves for a while before going their separate ways.

Year X370

Asland World

Western Continent, Fostadu Secret Realm

Gilkunis flew gloomily toward the outside of the secret realm, the topic of the recent argument still echoing in his mind. Gilkunis neither cared nor did not care about humans, so he truly could not understand why his clansmen kept arguing over those little things. Feeling vexed, Gilkunis decided to soar through the high skies for a while to ease his mood. He began beating his wings and climbing higher, allowing the fierce winds and drifting clouds to carry away his sorrow. Just then, a seven-colored streak grazed Gilkunis's scalp and shot into the distance, leaving behind only a seven-colored flaming trail.

Gilkunis's attention was instantly captured by the seven-colored streak. He immediately changed direction and flew straight after it. Gilkunis desperately wanted to see what could fly so fast while displaying such brilliant colors. It was not only Gilkunis who wanted to know what it was. The dragons of Fostadu were also drawn to the seven-colored streak. One after another, they flew from their nests and chased after it.

"Splash!"

The streak finally plunged into the great river north of Fostadu, sending waves crashing toward both banks. By the time Gilkunis and the other dragons arrived, they saw only a gigantic seven-colored egg floating on the river's surface. There were also words branded onto the eggshell, flashing with light.