New Life

No matter how helpless, life still has to go on!

Punk now felt this saying made a lot of sense. Although he was being drawn toward the Purple Universe during the process, since there was no concept of distance in the void, Punk had no idea when he would be devoured—maybe countless years later, maybe the next second. Of course, since time didn't exist in the void, both "countless years" and "one second" were nonexistent; Punk's perception of time was merely an illusion on his part.

During this process, Punk obviously had nothing to do, and he couldn't think of any way to escape the danger, since he couldn't even move... Still, he carefully studied this... system he had evolved!

Just by silently reciting "system" in his mind, a faint purple, semi-transparent square interface would appear in his thoughts. The interface had three options:

"Information Record Analysis."

Among them, "Information" covered some basic details about Punk himself, such as what was currently displayed:

"Name: Punk"

Gender: None

Status: Soul State

Race: Void Soul Lifeform

Physique: None

Soul Level: Ordinary Sapient Being

Some of this information was derived through analysis ability, while other parts Punk already knew on his own.

As the name suggested, analysis ability was the capacity to combine knowledge with objective, systematic analysis of a target. Record ability was the capacity to precisely record everything perceived. Overall, the system's abilities weren't particularly strong—at least not as heaven-defying as the golden thighs in the web novels from Punk's past life—but they were quite useful.

"Sure enough, it's just a product of evolution. Wanting things like exchange or lottery is completely impossible," Punk honestly felt a bit disappointed with this system. Simply put, compared to the various heaven-defying systems in web novels, it didn't measure up at all. But still, having something was better than nothing.

"Then let's test this system's performance!" Punk thought and gave the system his first command: "Analyze a way to escape the current predicament!"

"Task established: Analyze the possibility of surviving being devoured by the Purple Universe."

"Searching memory data..."

"Simulating feasible methods..."

Simulation complete: "Method one—Wait for death."

"Method two—Wait for death."

"Method three—Wait for death."

"Analysis complete: Unless a miracle occurs, only waiting for death is possible!"

"...I %#&@, you actually tell me to wait for death?! I #&@% what use are you?! If I could count on a miracle, why the &%*# would I have you analyze anything?!"

Punk felt his life couldn't get any darker. He had inexplicably transmigrated, and then ended up with such a useless system. But what else could he do? Faced with the failure of his last hope—the "system"—Punk instead stopped panicking—"Because panicking over something completely hopeless is meaningless."

"Might as well take a good look at this not-so-beautiful 'scenery' while I'm still alive! Anyway, no matter how unwilling or furious I am, it's useless. Besides, I still have the legendary miracle to look forward to!"

That was what Punk thought at that moment. Though deep down, he didn't believe any miracle would actually happen!

But miracles were such unbelievable things—when you had absolutely no hope for them, they would suddenly descend out of nowhere.

This Purple Universe had a flaw. Perhaps the flaw was well concealed, but a flaw was still a flaw. This Purple Universe deliberately manipulated the "existences" it attracted from the void to avoid the flaw, but there was always a one-in-a-trillion chance that something would pass through it. Of course, these nutrients posed no threat to such a vast universe, and there was also an annihilation mechanism at the flaw—foreign things couldn't stir up any waves!

But there was that one-in-a-trillion "existence" that could evade the hastily set annihilation mechanism at the flaw and successfully invade the universe. And Punk became that one-in-a-trillion lucky one—he successfully entered the universe!

Perhaps for countless fragments, the chance of avoiding being devoured was one in a trillion, but for that one-in-a-trillion lucky one, that chance was one hundred percent. The miracle had happened.

Of course, if an existence with powerful strength had invaded, it would have been repelled by the universe immediately. But Punk happened to be extremely weak at that moment, and so he miraculously entered the Purple Universe—entered this new world.

"This is..."

Punk only felt a daze, as if someone in the distant heavens was shouting madly. Then he entered a completely new world—he had arrived here, arrived in the Multiverse.

Now Punk's perception was suppressed. The surroundings were no longer nothingness, but many indescribable, incomprehensible "things" filling every inch of space. Just as Punk was about to carefully savor these profound mysteries, a tremendous sense of crisis surged from the depths of his heart.

"I must run away, run away, run away immediately—hide, hide, hide, blend in, blend in, blend in—must not be discovered, must not be discovered, must not be discovered—or else—I'll die!"

This sense of crisis came very suddenly, but Punk instinctively knew that great danger was about to descend. He almost didn't hesitate to trust his intuition. But how should he evade it?

"According to system analysis, the universe's repulsive force is taking effect. When the repulsive force reaches the threshold, the universe's cleansing mechanism will activate."

"If I had analyzed and perceived these things myself, I could have figured them out too, but definitely not as fast as the system, nor as comprehensively. This system is still somewhat useful." Punk teased the system, easing some of his tension.

"System, analyze countermeasures."

"Analysis complete: Suggestion—immediately 'register' an identity in this universe. Registration method: Seize the body of a newborn life in the universe. (Note: The soul level of the target must be lower than the soul level of the possessor.)"

"Then I'll go find a suitable one in this plane." Punk fixed his gaze on the largest and nearest plane he could see and charged straight toward it. Punk was still in a void state, so the plane's barrier didn't block him. Plane barriers were all designed to stop things inside the universe—they had never considered the possibility of an existence descending from the endless void!

Punk charged straight into this enormous plane. But he had no time to marvel at the strange sights of the plane's square sky and round earth. He unleashed his perception to the fullest, searching for suitable newborns to possess, because the feeling of crisis was growing stronger by the moment.

In just a few seconds, Punk perceived countless living beings. But some of these had poor talent, some had poor backgrounds, and some weren't even sapient beings. This made Punk very anxious. "Which one should I choose to be the best?!"

"System prompt: A mysterious newborn lifeform detected. Due to being wrapped in special energy, it cannot be analyzed. However, based on logical inference, there is a high probability it is the most excellent choice."

"Damn it, fortune favors the bold. I'll bet on it. Hope the system doesn't screw me over."

With that, Punk drilled toward a very inconspicuous green egg-like object hidden in a jungle, emitting a faint green glow.

There was no thrilling mental battle. The newly born, fragile soul had neither intelligence nor strength. Punk easily seized the original owner's body.

The moment Punk succeeded, the universe's repulsive force vanished without a trace. Now, it was as if Punk had an ID card—he had been acknowledged as a living being of this universe. However, he was also bound by the universe's laws. He could no longer recklessly perceive everything as before. Now his perception was only about ten to twenty percent stronger than ordinary beings of the same level. Moreover, this possession could only be performed once. Not to mention that this universe would cast any soulless, non-divine soul it discovered into the River of Fate—just getting one "ID card" was already impossible to duplicate.

Any magical creature in this world would instinctively know its own race upon perceiving, as this information was engraved in its bloodline. So Punk didn't even dare try to perceive his own race. When he opened the system to check, his heart was filled with anxiety.

"Well, fortune or disaster, what will come will come. Let's see how my luck is..."