Alive Means There's a Future!

The next day, early morning.

Meng Qing knelt at home, holding three sticks of incense. He first performed three kowtows and nine prostrations before a piece of white paper, and after inserting the incense, he put his hands together and silently recited:

"Author, if you're watching from heaven, please bless me to live a few more chapters!"

Meng Qing kowtowed several more times, and his parents looked at him with puzzled expressions.

"Son, who are you worshipping?"

Meng Qing clasped his hands together without saying a word.

His mother then walked over and looked at the white paper on the altar. "Death, author, what nonsense is this?"

Meng Qing looked up at the ceiling, "Sigh... I wonder how many more chapters I can survive?"

Upon hearing this, the mother touched Meng Qing's head and asked, "Is Meng Qing sick? Why is he talking nonsense? Old Meng, why don't you take him to the hospital to get him checked out?"

His father looked at him with suspicion. "I don't think it's an illness, it's more like he's possessed."

Meng Qing's lips twitched, and his father laughed, "Alright, I think he just didn't sleep well these past few days before the exam."

"Son, shall I drive you to the beach for a spin?"

Seaside?

"There's absolutely no need for that!"

You really think I have too much life?

Meng Qing sighed. This time, the Sea King failed to conquer North America in one fell swoop. Next time, he might have to start from Europe or Asia.

Thinking it over, Meng Qing went back to his room alone and locked the door.

Last night, he had a dream.

It seemed as if he saw many words in his mind, words that were meant for him.

It was as if someone had overheard him and was giving him advice.

Some suggested he try his luck and find the Grim Reaper, some suggested he scavenge for scraps, and others suggested he just loaf around and wait to die.

Meng Qing adopted some of the suggestions, and early in the morning he set up an altar and burned several sticks of incense for the author and the Grim Reaper.

But it doesn't seem to be of any use.

Although Qin Leng, the leader of the Nine-Tailed Fox, summoned the Grim Reaper through prayer.

But it was Death who found Qin Leng first, not Qin Leng who shouted it out.

Meng Qing rubbed his temples. "As for scavenging, where am I supposed to find that? How would I know where the Grim Reaper threw away those unwanted fragments?"

Before Meng Qing transmigrated, the novel had only been updated to chapter 113.

The last sentence he saw was, "Angels shall return to slumber."

"The key is that I have no identity at all, I have no relation to those monsters, and I have no connection with any of the chosen ones. I'm just cannon fodder on the sidelines."

"If I were a bit more lucky, I might have been selected by 079."

"But 079 selected so many people, and they didn't seem that strong. Those few strong ones all had monster family members, so they were strong in themselves!"

Of course, there is another way...

Meng Qing also heard this in his dream: someone said to go find the 022 Demon, who is Qin Leng, the leader of the Nine-Tailed Fox.

No matter what, Qin Leng is at least on the side of humanity!

But what excuse should we use?

"If I mess things up and my secret gets leaked, forget about whether Qin Leng will lock me up as Containment Object; the Grim Reaper boss will probably just shove me headfirst into a pot!"

Thinking about it, Meng Qing sighed.

"Wow... I didn't expect this family to also have the surname Meng. What a coincidence."

Meng Qing took out the original owner's diary and casually flipped through it, but as he read, he frowned.

"200 grams of gold, total price: yuan. I had no choice but to withdraw the money from my original account; I didn't have much left."

Meng Qing continued looking down.

"Damn it, even though the main god formatted my account, it doesn't count as my first free trial. Why is that?"

Upon seeing this sentence, Meng Qing stood up abruptly!

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Meng Qing stared stiffly at his right hand!

A short while later, a red inverted triangle pattern suddenly flashed on his right hand!

Upon seeing this, Meng Qing's pupils suddenly dilated. "My body... doesn't seem to be without an identity after all..."

Meng Qing picked up the diary with trembling hands and continued to flip through it.

He flipped through several pages in a row, becoming more and more terrified as he read!

There's no mistake, it can only be that person!

Who the hell dares to challenge Chu Yang, the boss of the Grim Reaper!

"If I remember correctly, after Chu Yang was killed by the Grim Reaper, his soul was sent to a new body, and he hasn't appeared since... As for what his new body is called, it's not mentioned in the main text..."

Meng Qing's breathing gradually became rapid as he thought, "Reborn as Chu Yang?"

Is this good news or bad news?

"If the Grim Reaper is vengeful, who knows, he might suddenly remember me one day and stick me headfirst into a pot!"

"No, no, no, the Grim Reaper is a playboy. If he wanted to kill Chu Yang, he would have done it long ago. Why would he keep him alive until now?"

"The problem is, Chu Yang's identity might have negative consequences!"

Recalling how Chu Yang always got junk when opening boxes, it's clear that 079 might be targeting Chu Yang.

Of course, it's also possible that Chu Yang's face was just too dark.

"On the bright side, only the Grim Reaper knows about Chu Yang's reincarnation, so the monsters he offended have nothing to do with me."

However, Chu Yang's identity is not entirely without its drawbacks.

At least Meng Qing brought his own ticket to the 079 game, and could even inherit Chu Yang's original index!

"As long as I accumulate 50,000 index points, I can buy the qualification to meet the Grim Reaper boss below and join the glorious evolution..."

"But the premise is that I have to live to that time. Those 50,000 index points are definitely not something that can be accumulated overnight."

Thinking of this, Meng Qing's gaze suddenly became firm.

As long as he can survive now, even if he can only get a meager allowance from 079 each time, he can still accumulate 50,000 little by little.

This is not a problem.

"The problem is, the ticket requires 200 grams of gold. Where are we going to get the money?"

"And where can I hide in peace?"

"The Hand of the Serpent will eventually lead to its doom."

"Freebie Fox, cannon fodder on the front lines."

"The Blood Clan, even the Sequence 008 True Ancestor, have been captured."

"The Fishman army? It's too dangerous to just join the current main war. No way."

"The Church of Light where the angel resides... I'm just thankful I didn't let the angel kill me."

"The Global Supernatural Alliance (GOC) should just be renamed the Second Branch of the Blood Clan."

"The Chaos Splitter... has now merged with the Nine-Tailed Fox."

The seven major extraordinary forces that are currently known are all here, but Meng Qing feels that none of them are reliable.

Ultimately, it's because Chu Yang's identity isn't strong enough!

If Meng Qing were to transmigrate into Li Heng, he would have Blood Clan on his left, sea creatures on his right, and the game entry ticket for 079 in his hand. He would also be Sequence Monster in the future, making it an incredibly lucky start!

Meng Qing fell backward and lay sprawled on the bed.

"If it were someone else who time-traveled, they'd probably be thinking about how to punch Sea King, trample angels, and have 001 on their left and 007 on their right..."

"But I can't do it, I know my own limitations."

"How about we go out and try our luck?"