Midnight Has Arrived, Transmigration

Midnight Has Arrived, Transmigration

Over the next few days, Xia Yuan studied while occasionally checking the post and referring to the replies from other users.

Of course, compared to the valuable replies, there were far more bizarre responses with bizarre angles.

"Maybe the OP was summoned by a Magical Girl from another world. Once he transmigrates there, he'll be forced into a contract and become her familiar."

"No, he was definitely summoned by some Magical Beast. After transmigrating, he'll be forced into a contract and become a Magical Girl..."

"Maybe he was discovered by an Archmage searching for life from other worlds to use as experimental material. Then he'll be captured and turned into high-grade experimental material. The seven days are for constructing a summoning Ritual based on the coordinates!"

"Can't afford to mess with that! Can't afford to mess with that!"

Xia Yuan calmly skipped past those replies. He was about to transmigrate; if his way of thinking got warped by the internet users' nonsense at a time like this, he would truly be done for.

It was worth mentioning that over those seven days, Xia Yuan had handled nearly all his physical needs, such as eating and using the bathroom, at the little restaurant downstairs.

After being scared half to death on the day of his rebirth, he had developed a psychological shadow toward the bathroom at home. He had even paid a high price to hire someone to replace its blast-proof door.

The workers who came to install the door had been deeply puzzled by this. Did he keep explosives in his bathroom? Xia Yuan could only brush them off by saying there was something wrong with the toilet, then fled in panic beneath their strange yet admiring gazes.

The seventh day, evening.

The setting sun sank in the west, and the distant horizon blocked the last ray of sunlight. Xia Yuan gazed wistfully at the afterglow before raising a hand and shutting down the computer.

With the only Light Source gone, the Bedroom immediately became exceptionally dim. Xia Yuan sat quietly with his arms around his knees, his thoughts in turmoil.

Although he had done his best to prepare, he still could not help letting his imagination run wild at this final moment.

I'm leaving this world tonight... Have I prepared enough?

What if I transmigrate to an area unsuitable for survival? What if it isn't transmigration at all, but immediate death? What if the purpose of whoever summoned me is actually to turn me into a pet, a familiar, experimental material, or something else I can't afford to mess with?...

Xia Yuan silently thought in the darkness, considering the possible fates that awaited him.

"Forget it. There's no point thinking about things beyond my control."

The more he thought, the more hopeless life seemed. Before long, Xia Yuan gave up thinking and began checking his supplies one last time, making sure he had not forgotten anything.

As for the people on the post who had offered valuable replies, he had already set up scheduled automatic transfers for them. After all, he was about to transmigrate, so there was no point keeping the money.

After checking all the supplies, he got fully dressed, slung on his backpack, gripped his hiking staff, and silently leaned back in his chair, waiting for the moment of departure.

His digital watch lay on the computer desk beside him. In the dim room, the blood-red numbers reflected in his pupils flickered second by second—slowly, yet unwaveringly approaching midnight.

The night gradually deepened, but Xia Yuan felt no sleepiness—

Finally, beneath his slightly anxious gaze, the time reached [23:59:59]. The instant the digits reset to zero, Xia Yuan abruptly stood without warning. But he nearly fell to the ground at once, barely managing to stay upright with the support of his hiking staff.

Then, in the strange posture of a three-legged crawling creature, he slowly shuffled step by step toward the room's door. As he moved, his posture gradually adjusted, and his movements became increasingly nimble.

Throughout the process, Xia Yuan's consciousness was caught in a mixture of fear and novelty.

He tried to control his body and stop moving, but it was ultimately futile, as though he were merely a spectator at that moment.

He slowly passed through the living room and, somewhat clumsily, opened the locked blast-proof door. Xia Yuan's body once again stood before the mirror.

At that moment, the mirror's surface was abnormally pitch-black. As time passed, grayish-white tones began spilling from its edges, continuously spreading in every direction.

The bathroom's surroundings began to fade, becoming like the setting in an old black-and-white photograph.

Xia Yuan stared in amazement at the strange phenomenon around him. Then, an irresistible and immense suction force suddenly came from the black mirror.

Drawn along by that force, his consciousness drifted out of his body and sank into the mirror's surface.

The moment he passed through the mirror, Xia Yuan forcibly "turned his head" and took one last look at his own body.

In that glance, he noticed a horrifying detail: the version of himself looking toward the mirror had somehow curled its lips into an extremely familiar smile!

This time, he was outside the mirror!...

The Mirror World was not completely dark as it appeared from outside the mirror.

On the contrary, dazzling colors that could not be described in any language, nor even distinguished by the naked eye, swirled through the void. Occasionally, strange streams of light flashed past and vanished around him.

Strange energy carried Xia Yuan's consciousness through this world at an inconceivable speed.

As time passed, some of that strange energy 'seeped' into his consciousness.

Simply put, it was like wrapping a roll of toilet paper in a wet towel. Some of the water in the towel gradually seeped into the roll.

As he passively absorbed the energy that seeped in, the aura of Xia Yuan's consciousness underwent a subtle change.

The sensation of absorbing the energy was extremely comfortable. When his consciousness was suffused with it, a sense of 'warmth' arose, easing some of the 'emptiness' brought about by having no body.

Perhaps a long time passed, or perhaps only an instant. Xia Yuan could not be sure. Just as his consciousness gradually began to grow hazy, a faint yet distinct sound rang in his ear.

"Chirp-pop—"

Carried along by the remaining strange energy, Xia Yuan's consciousness seemed to pierce through some sort of membrane, breaking free from that colorful world and entering another place of complete darkness.

Yet here, he instinctively felt safe and warm, while the sound of a heartbeat became exceptionally clear.

Wait... a heartbeat...? Xia Yuan thought hazily. Then, he felt himself moving. The darkness was pierced by intense light, and cold air enveloped his entire body.

"Waa—"

Uniwal, northern Gloria Empire, Carlas Province.

Amid the snow-covered mountains on the southwestern side of the Migaro Mountain Range stood a magnificent cluster of pearl-colored Ancient Castles—Moonrise Fortress. Azure banners trimmed with gold fluttered in the wind, bearing the strange Crystal Bird Emblem with three slender tail feathers at its center. Several Ice Falcons circled above the castle's towering spires, occasionally letting out long cries.

Before the castle's towering gates stood a dignified male Statue, one foot planted atop a Dragon and a long-handled Staff in hand. On the gray stone pedestal beneath it was engraved a line of Ancient Manny Language, sharp as swords.

"The Crystal Bird does not descend for the mortal world—"

"First Year of Radiant Era, Scarlet Rain Month, twenty-fourth day—Aldrich Lo Olivendi"

In the room on Blue Star, after the mirror's strange phenomenon completely vanished, Xia Yuan's body silently stared at its own reflection.

A moment later, it slowly collapsed, utterly motionless.

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