The Beginning of Transmigration

The blazing summer sun was like a massive fireball burning overhead. Waves of heat rolled through the air, and the dogs by the roadside kept sticking out their tongues to cool down.

Pedestrians on the street either carried parasols or wore sun hats, all of them hurrying along.

"Fuck, what kind of weather is this? It's way too hot."

There was no air conditioner in the rented room. With the windows open for ventilation, only a fan spun stubbornly in the corner. Yet the wind it blew into his face was hot air, though it was still better than nothing.

Mu Chen sat in his computer chair, cursing under his breath.

He was in his twenties, somewhat handsome, with pleasing features. The heat had forced him to go shirtless, revealing faintly defined muscles from working out. He wore only a pair of loose beach shorts.

This rental was the cheapest place in the city, and it was close to downtown. The only problem was the lack of air conditioning. He was practically being roasted alive.

The scorching weather had already put Mu Chen in a foul mood, especially since he had just been fired. Until he found another job, he could only work part-time at a barbecue restaurant at night.

Mu Chen sucked on a popsicle while scrolling through short videos. He happened to see a video posted by the local police account, and it held his attention for several seconds.

"Tsk, tsk. A walking five hundred thousand."

After watching for a moment, Mu Chen swiped past it. The reward was tempting, but it had little to do with him. How could he possibly run into someone like that by chance?

That night, Mu Chen went to work at the barbecue restaurant as usual. He carried trays and cleared the metal skewers from tables. Making a hundred or so yuan a night was barely enough to get by.

For someone with no elderly parents above him and no children below him, at least he would not starve to death.

"Hello, sir, we're closing now..."

"!!!"

As Mu Chen cleaned the table, he looked up and saw a masked man still sitting there. Used to such situations, he gave him a routine reminder.

This sort of thing was common enough, but when Mu Chen saw the face the man raised, his heart nearly leaped into his throat.

The man's left eyebrow was only half the size of his right. A large sunken scar ran through it, as if a sharp blade had sliced away the flesh and eyebrow together. His gaze was deep and ominous, and he looked exceptionally dangerous.

Wasn't this the walking five hundred thousand from that short video?

"Pfft!"

The sound of a blade piercing flesh, along with the pain in his abdomen, made Mu Chen's eyes widen. Was he really this unlucky? Damn it all.

"Kid, don't blame me. You saw something you shouldn't have," the wanted criminal said coldly. He held a knife in his right hand, which had pierced Mu Chen's stomach. Mu Chen's blue short-sleeved shirt was instantly dyed red with blood.

Mu Chen already felt his strength draining away, but he gritted his teeth, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"So what if I saw you? Fuck your mother!"

"Pfft!"

Several sharp metal skewers covered in barbecue scraps were thrust straight into the man's neck by Mu Chen. Blood immediately gushed from the man's neck, and he felt his windpipe had been pierced.

Mu Chen had worked as a barbecue waiter for quite some time. He knew exactly how sharp those skewers were—otherwise, how could they pierce meat?

"You..."

"Huff... fuck you..."

"Pfft..."

The man's eyes widened. Mu Chen pulled out the skewers and pierced his windpipe again. That was called finishing the job.

The man clutched his neck, blood foam spilling from the corners of his mouth. What ordinary person could still fight back after being stabbed in the abdomen? In his shock, he had even forgotten that he still held a knife.

To him, Mu Chen had looked like an utterly ordinary young man, nothing special, the kind one could see anywhere. It was not like he had some protagonist's plot armor.

"Damn it."

Mu Chen regretted it inwardly. He should have checked the almanac before going out.

His consciousness grew increasingly blurry, and he no longer had any strength.

His luck truly sucked. In the end, he could only pull off a desperate one-for-one trade. If he had not been discovered, he could have called the police.

Thud!

Mu Chen could no longer hold on. He collapsed neatly onto the ground, curling up.

Looking at the barbecue restaurant owner screaming over there, Mu Chen thought, That five hundred thousand is yours. I hope you can help take care of my funeral arrangements, or I'll come knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

"Ahhh~~~! (Tom's signature Stuka scream)"

"There's a ghost!"

After the manager called the police, only the wanted criminal's corpse remained. Mu Chen's body had vanished without a trace, and he immediately opened his mouth and screamed.

(Mu Chen died—the end of the story.)

No one knew how long had passed. When Mu Chen opened his eyes again, he found himself traveling through the stars. A warm ball of white light wrapped around him as it moved toward an unknown destination.

"Huh? Don't tell me I'm flying to the Land of Light?" Mu Chen could not move at all, and he could not help ridiculing himself inwardly.

Light surrounded him, making Mu Chen feel as if he had become light himself. When he was little, he had also fantasized about becoming light.

The scenery outside looked somewhat like outer space. There were countless bubbles, like vibrant worlds and wondrous planes.

Suddenly, a bold guess arose in Mu Chen's heart. By some coincidence, he had become a transmigrator. He was simply still on the way and had not yet reached his destination.

Mu Chen was not particularly uneasy. He maintained the attitude of taking things as they came.

Things had been like that before anyway, and transmigrating was no big deal. He was all alone, with no attachments or concerns. There was not even any study material on his computer that needed deleting. It was just a pity about that five hundred thousand.

He was neither a billionaire with vast wealth nor a rich second-generation heir waiting to inherit a fortune. There was nothing for him to regret.

Take a gamble, and a bicycle might become a motorcycle. Transmigrators usually had golden fingers, after all.

Bang!

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed as though he had collided with or brushed against something. Violent tremors shook him, and Mu Chen's heart skipped a beat. Had he gotten into a transmigration traffic accident?

Buzz!

Several motes of light in different colors shot directly into his body. This sudden change made Mu Chen pass out at once.

Being young was nice. He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Heaven Origin World, Cangxuan Heaven.

Vast Continent, Great Zhou Dynasty, Great Zhou City.

"Hiss..."

Mu Chen sucked in a breath and slowly opened his eyes. The piercing light took him quite a while to adjust to.

The surroundings were utterly unfamiliar to him. It was not a modern city filled with towering buildings, but instead gave him the feeling of having arrived in ancient times. Even the air was fresher than anything he had ever experienced. Mu Chen knew he had arrived in another world.

Oh yeah, from this day on, he was a transmigrator too.

"Hiss!"

He pinched his cheek with a small hand. It hurt, so it was not a dream. He had truly started over.

His body felt smaller now. This was probably one of the benefits of transmigration—he had returned to his childhood.

Transmigration came in three types: soul transmigration, body transmigration, and fetal transmigration. This should be body transmigration. He had his own body, but his age had changed.

Although he had retained his original body, unlike soul transmigration, he had no memories related to this world and would have to ask around for information himself.

Bang!

Just as he was about to take a step, his legs went weak and refused to exert any strength. His little face had an intimate encounter with the ground, instantly becoming coated with a layer of dirt.

Already weak to begin with, Mu Chen grew drowsy after that fall. His head spun, and he could not get back up at all.

No way. I've only just started my new life, and this is how it ends?

"Grandpa, there's someone lying on the ground over there."

"Cough, cough... Go take a look. It seems to be a child."

Through his hazy consciousness, Mu Chen heard an old man's voice and a little girl's voice. However, he could not even open his eyes now and could only leave things to fate.

"Little one, wake up. Cough, cough..." The old man helped Mu Chen up and found that he had already passed out.

"Grandpa, watch your health. You can't exert yourself," the girl said worriedly.

Her grandfather had never been in good health, and now he had walked so quickly. She was both anxious and concerned.

"Cough, cough, I'm fine. This little one is very weak. I wonder whose child he is." The old man coughed, then waved his hand.