Rebirth

Even if it was frustrating, life had to go on!

Punk now felt that this saying made a lot of sense. While he was being drawn toward the Purple Universe, there was no concept of distance in the void, so Punk had no idea when he would be swallowed. Perhaps countless years later, perhaps the next second. Of course, since time did not exist in the void, neither countless years nor a second truly existed. Punk's sense of time was actually just an illusion.

During this process, Punk obviously had nothing to do, nor could he think of any way to escape danger, seeing as he could not even move... Still, he carefully studied the... system he had evolved!

As long as he silently recited "system" in his mind, a pale-purple translucent square interface appeared in his mind. There were three options on the interface, one of which was "Information Record Analysis."

Among them, the information section displayed some of Punk's basic details. For example, it currently showed:

Name: Punk

Gender: None

Status: Soul State

Race: Void Soul Lifeform

Constitution: None

Soul Level: Ordinary Intelligent Lifeform

Some of this information had been analyzed through the Analysis Ability, while some was already known to Punk himself.

As its name implied, the Analysis Ability could combine knowledge to conduct objective, systematic analysis of a target. The Record Ability could precisely record everything it perceived. Overall, although the system's abilities were not particularly powerful—certainly not as heaven-defying as the cheats in the webnovels from Punk's previous life—they were still quite useful.

"Sure enough, it's just the product of evolution. Things like exchanges and lottery draws are completely impossible." To be honest, Punk was rather disappointed with this system. Compared with the various absurdly overpowered systems in webnovels, it was nowhere near good enough. Still, it was better than nothing.

"Then let's test this system's capabilities!" Punk thought as he issued the system its first command. "Analyze a way out of my current predicament!"

Task established: Analyze the possibility of survival while being swallowed by the Purple Universe.

Searching memory data.

Simulating viable methods.

Simulation complete: Method One—wait for death.

Method Two—wait for death.

Method Three—wait for death.

Analysis complete: Unless a miracle occurs, all you can do is wait for death!

"...I %#&, you actually told me to wait for death! What the #&% do I need you for? If I could count on miracles, why the &%*# would I have you analyze this &"

Punk only felt that his life was truly bleak. He had inexplicably transmigrated, then ended up with such a useless system. But what else could he do? Faced with the failure of his final hope, the "system," Punk instead stopped panicking—because there was no point worrying over something he could do nothing about.

"Since I'm still alive, I might as well take a good look at this not-so-beautiful 'scenery'! No matter how unwilling or furious I am, it's useless. Besides, I can still look forward to a legendary miracle!"

That was what Punk was thinking at the moment. Though deep down, he did not believe that any miracle would come at all!

But miracles were just that incredible. When you had no hope for them whatsoever, they arrived out of nowhere.

This Purple Universe had a flaw. Perhaps the flaw was well concealed, but a flaw was still a flaw. The Purple Universe deliberately guided the "existences" it drew in from the void away from that flaw, yet there was always a one-in-trillion chance that something might pass through it. Naturally, such nutrients posed no threat to a universe of such immense size, and there was a crushing mechanism at the flaw as well. Foreign objects could not stir up any trouble!

Yet there was still a one-in-trillion chance that an "existence" could avoid the hastily arranged crushing mechanism at the flaw and successfully invade the universe. And Punk became that one-in-a-quadrillion lucky survivor. He had successfully entered the universe!

Perhaps for countless fragments, the odds of avoiding devouring were one in a quadrillion. But for that one-in-a-quadrillion lucky one, the odds were one hundred percent. That was how a miracle happened.

Of course, if an existence possessing great power had invaded, it would definitely have been rejected by the universe immediately. But Punk was incredibly weak at the moment. Thus, he miraculously entered the Purple Universe and stepped into this new world.

"What is this...?"

Punk felt dazed. It seemed that someone was shouting madly in the distant heavens, and then he entered an entirely new world. He had arrived here—arrived in the Multiverse.

Punk's senses were now suppressed. His surroundings were no longer nothingness; instead, countless indescribable, incomprehensible "things" filled every corner. Just as Punk wanted to carefully appreciate these profound phenomena, an immense sense of crisis surged up from the depths of his soul.

"Run, run, run! Hide, hide, hide, hide! Blend in, blend in, blend in! I 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 tremendous danger was about to descend. He almost immediately chose to trust his intuition. But... how was he supposed to hide?

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

"I could have figured this out through my own analysis and perception, but never this quickly, nor as comprehensively as the system. This system is still somewhat useful." Punk teased the system, easing much of his tension.

"System, analyze countermeasures."

Analysis complete: It is recommended that you immediately "register" an identity within this universe. Registration method: Possess a newly born lifeform of this universe. Note: The possessed target's Soul Level must be lower than the possessor's.

"Then I'll find a suitable one in this plane." Punk fixed his gaze on the largest and nearest-looking plane, then charged straight toward it. He was still in a void state, so the plane's barrier did not stop him. Plane barriers existed to block things within the universe; they had never considered the possibility of an existence descending from the endless void!

Punk rushed into the enormous plane just like that. However, he had no time to marvel at its wondrous landscape of a round sky and square earth. He spread out his senses with all his strength, searching for a suitable newborn to possess, because the feeling of danger was growing increasingly intense.

In just a few seconds, Punk sensed countless living beings. But some had poor aptitude, some had poor backgrounds, and some were not even intelligent lifeforms. This made Punk anxious. Which one should I choose?

System prompt: A mysterious newborn lifeform has been detected. It cannot be analyzed due to being wrapped in special energy, but logical deduction indicates that it has a high probability of being the most outstanding.

"Damn it, fortune favors the bold. I'll gamble on it. I just hope the system doesn't screw me over."

As he spoke, Punk burrowed toward an inconspicuous green egg-like object hidden in the forest, emitting a faint green glow.

There was no thrilling clash of minds. The tiny soul that had only just been born possessed neither intelligence nor strength. Punk easily possessed the original owner's body.

The moment Punk succeeded, the universe's repulsive force vanished without a trace. It was as though Punk now had an identity card; he had been acknowledged as a living being of this universe. However, he was also restricted by the universe's laws. He could forget about sensing everything as freely as before. His perceptive ability was now only ten or twenty percent stronger than that of ordinary powerhouses at the same level. Moreover, this kind of possession could only be performed once. Not to mention that the universe would cast every bodiless, non-divine soul it discovered into the River of Fate, but an "identity card" like this could not possibly be registered twice.

As long as magical creatures in this world used their senses, they would instinctively know their own race. This information was engraved into their bloodline. Thus, Punk did not even dare to try sensing his own race. When he opened the system to check, he did so with an uneasy heart.

"Well then, whether it's fortune or disaster, disaster can't be avoided. Let's see just how lucky I am..."