Strange Dream

Under the cold moonlight, a figure slowly stood up from a pile of dry bones.

Looking down at his nearly rotten body and the pale white bones exposed on his arm, Feng Qi was stunned.

He clearly remembered that just a second ago, he was in Old Wang's history class. During the class, a wave of sleepiness washed over him, and he couldn't fight it off, so he fell asleep on his desk.

When he opened his eyes again, this was the scene before him.

Dark clouds hung low, and piles of dry bones were stacked like mountains. He had stood up from one of these bone piles.

What was even more terrifying was that his body had somehow rotted. Through his chest, he could clearly see the shrunken and decayed gray organs inside, as well as ribs covered in scratches.

Something's not right. This should just be a very realistic dream.

Slap!

It doesn't hurt. Hmm, it is a dream!

But the problem is... how the hell do I get out of here!

Just as Feng Qi was racking his brain, a low growl came from his right. He turned his head and saw a rotten corpse that had been lying in the pile of dry bones slowly standing up from the ground.

Because the right lower leg bone of this rotten corpse was missing, it hadn't even stood firm when a crisp sound of bone dislocation was heard. This Feeble Undead immediately performed a split and sat down on the spot.

Feng Qi really wanted to applaud it, but then the Feeble Undead roared and reached out its withered right arm towards him.

Startled, Feng Qi immediately took two steps back, dodging the Feeble Undead's grab and bite.

But the Feeble Undead was relentless, continuing to crawl closer. Its constantly opening and closing mouth seemed to have an abnormal desire to bite him.

"If this is a dream, the details are too real."

Taking two more steps back, he turned his head and saw a skeleton hanging on a dead tree behind him. Feng Qi casually grabbed its right leg bone.

"Lending your right leg for self-defense!"

Saying that, he pulled hard, and the skeleton's right lower leg hanging on the tree was immediately pulled off by him.

Turning his head to look at the Feeble Undead again, he saw that it had already approached. So Feng Qi stepped forward without hesitation and slammed the leg bone in his hand hard onto the Feeble Undead's head.

"Crack!"

After a crisp sound, the leg bone in his hand broke.

"Severe osteoporosis before death, huh."

Looking at the half-broken dry bone in his hand, Feng Qi couldn't help but complain.

Fortunately, this graveyard was not short of bones. After replacing it with another dry bone from the ground, he slammed it onto the Feeble Undead's head again.

This time, the swing had an effect.

The Feeble Undead began to tremble violently.

Through the moonlight, he could clearly see a small, heart-like ball slowly beating inside the Feeble Undead's "opened" head.

After the leg bone brushed past this small ball just now, the Feeble Undead started trembling all over.

Feng Qi guessed that the Feeble Undead's weakness might be here, so he raised the leg bone high, aimed, and slammed it hard towards the ball inside the Feeble Undead's head.

"Squish!"

The small ball shattered, and the Feeble Undead instantly became still. At the same time, a strong smell of decay hit him, almost making Feng Qi vomit his internal organs.

Wait? Why can I smell something? Isn't this a dream?

Just as Feng Qi was confused, a blood-colored light spot emerged from the Feeble Undead and drilled into his body.

Immediately after, a series of messages flashed in his mind.

[Feeble Undead: Feng Qi]

Strength Level: Unranked

Prefix Title: Feeble (Body strength reduced by 30%)

Bloodline: Human (Primary)

Bloodline Evolution Points: 1/1000 points

Prefix Title Milestones:

Feeble (Upgradeable): Stage 1 (3%)

Prefix Title First Milestone: Kill Feeble Undead to gain Title Evolution Points.

After reviewing the information in his mind, another piece of text appeared.

[You, who have just awakened your bloodline evolution, are very confused and have a hundred thousand questions in your heart. Therefore, you decide to quickly become stronger and try to explore the secrets of this world!]

What the hell?

The sudden narration in his mind caught Feng Qi off guard.

But he didn't want to become stronger as the narration said. Right now, he just wanted to return to reality and end this terrible "dream."

[You turn your head to the east and find that there seem to be many Feeble Undead figures moving there. Therefore, in order to collect bloodline energy and initiate evolution, you prepare to brutally kill them!]

Feng Qi: ...

No, I really don't want to.

Feng Qi dropped the leg bone in his hand and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

But after a few steps, Feng Qi found that the area to the west was covered by a thick mist. He could vaguely see countless ghostly figures moving through the mist. Listening carefully, he could also hear intermittent whispers, which sounded very strange and terrifying.

Feng Qi was never someone who was afraid of trouble, but in order to figure out the secrets in the dream, he decided not to take risks for the time being, so he turned around and walked towards the Feeble Undead area to the east.

Even now, Feng Qi still didn't want to admit the fact that he had transmigrated.

Just a few minutes ago, he was a handsome and sunny young man, about to graduate and head towards a bright future... or the harsh realities of society.

But no matter what, it was better than the current situation. Now he had actually become a Feeble Undead with the ability to think, incredibly ugly and incredibly smelly. Feng Qi found it a bit hard to accept.

He didn't ask to be able to fly with a sword and live forever after transmigrating, nor did he ask for beautiful women to throw themselves at him and have a harem of three thousand beauties, or to transmigrate into a family outcast with a golden finger but a trashy start.

But at least let me look like a Human at the start!

He lowered his head and looked at his incomplete body. Feng Qi couldn't bear to look directly and had a look of disgust.

Trying to smell the foul odor on his body, he almost fainted from the stench.

It was simply a hellish start.

Transmigrating like this, Feng Qi had no motivation to become stronger and felt it would be better to just die.

But thoughts were just thoughts. If he was really told to die, Feng Qi couldn't do it.

Now he urgently wanted to figure out where this place was and why he had appeared here.

On the way forward, the path was covered with dry bones. Stepping on them made a constant "crunching" sound. Feng Qi's feet would occasionally sink into the piles of bones, and it took some effort to continue moving forward.

Not far away, dozens of Feeble Undead stood in place, swaying gently in the wind.

This scene was very strange, but fortunately, his mental fortitude was extremely strong, and he was only a tiny bit nervous.

He decided to follow the instructions in his mind and first try to kill a few Feeble Undead, and then see what changes would happen to him after evolving.

Approaching the area where the Feeble Undead were located, Feng Qi stopped.

Since the Feeble Undead not far away were very close to each other, for safety's sake, Feng Qi threw the dry bone in his hand towards the Feeble Undead closer to him, trying to attract its attention.

The dry bone drew a half-moon arc in the air and accurately landed behind the Feeble Undead closest to Feng Qi, making a sound.

But the Feeble Undead still stood there blankly, seemingly unaware of the movement behind it.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi realized that these Feeble Undead seemed unable to perceive their surroundings, and his courage suddenly grew.

He casually picked up a bone, smashed it on the ground a couple of times to check its hardness, and then boldly walked forward several steps.

Just then, the more than ten Feeble Undead not far away collectively turned around, their empty eyes looking at Feng Qi.

Low growls rose one after another. They took steps, twisting their bodies as they stumbled towards Feng Qi.

Holy crap!

Feng Qi, who was about to kill everything in sight, saw this scene and decisively turned around, spreading his legs and running.

But before he had run two steps, he heard a crisp sound of bones breaking under his feet, and Feng Qi's body suddenly sank.

Damn it!

Feng Qi, who hadn't paid attention to the situation under his feet, had stepped on and broken a dry bone with his left leg and was stuck. He couldn't pull it out for a while.

The more than ten Feeble Undead not far away were already approaching. Feng Qi was anxious and kept pulling his left leg with force, trying to stand up.

But the Feeble Undead wouldn't give Feng Qi a chance. They pounced on Feng Qi and began to frantically gnaw at his body.

Although he couldn't feel pain, Feng Qi's young heart was severely wounded!

Ptooey, eating their own kind, what a bunch of bastards!

If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one. What kind of skill is ganging up on me?

Am I going to die right after transmigrating? When I reincarnate next time, please send a beginner's gift package at the start.

His consciousness gradually blurred. He could vaguely hear crisp chewing sounds ringing in his ears, and finally, everything went dark.

"Slap!"

A piece of chalk drew a beautiful arc in the air and accurately landed on Feng Qi's head.

"Feng Qi, I told you to get up and answer the question, did you hear me!"

Feng Qi, who was sprawled on his desk, suddenly opened his eyes and slowly raised his head. Everything in front of him was so familiar.

Old Wang, the history teacher, standing in front of the podium with a look of anger, his deskmate, roommate, and best friend, Mo Fei, who was pinching his right thigh, and his classmates who were looking at him with surprised expressions.

Even the air felt so sweet at this moment.

I'm back!

"Slap!" At this moment, a blackboard eraser accurately hit his right cheek, leaving a white mark as it slid down.

"Feng Qi! I'm telling you for the last time, get up and answer the question!!!"

Looking at Old Wang, the history teacher, who was reaching out and grabbing the corner of the podium, slowly lifting it, Feng Qi had no doubt that if he didn't respond again, Old Wang would throw the podium over.

A wise man knows when to retreat. He waved his hand and slapped away Mo Fei's hand, which was still pinching his thigh, and stood up:

"Teacher Wang, I'm here!"