Fruit of the God Tree

Lin Chuan woke up feeling an excruciating pain throughout his entire body.

What was even worse was the sensation that his head was about to explode, flooded with a vast amount of complex and chaotic information. This state of affairs did not cease until more than ten minutes had passed.

"What is going on? What happened?" Lin Chuan struggled to recall the events leading up to his loss of consciousness.

He only remembered that he was about to attend an anime convention, where he intended to cosplay as the ultimate boss from Naruto, Kaguya Otsutsuki. The costume and props had all been purchased from an online marketplace, his makeup was already applied, and he had even put on the two horns on his head.

Lin Chuan remembered that it was at that very moment, while standing in front of the mirror, that he had jokingly licked the prop Fruit of the God Tree—and then, there was no "then."

After waking up again, Lin Chuan was no longer in his own home, but in an entirely unfamiliar world.

"Damn it, could the knock-off goods from the online shop have been poisonous? Am I already dead?!" Lin Chuan felt like crying but had no tears.

"But that's not right. If I'm dead, why does my body still hurt so much?" Lin Chuan said in surprise. He immediately felt his body and discovered that he was wearing a loose robe, somewhat similar to what people in ancient times wore. When his hand touched the skin beneath the fabric, he gasped in pain.

There was not a single intact spot on his entire body; scars of all sizes covered him everywhere, and some areas had even festered and were oozing pus.

"What is going on? Why does my body have so many injuries!" Lin Chuan muttered in shock. "And why is everything black before my eyes!"

The next moment, Lin Chuan's hands touched his eyes, and he was horrified to discover that there were only two empty sockets there—there were no eyeballs at all!

This discovery frightened Lin Chuan so much that he nearly jumped, but the injuries on his body left him without even the strength to stand up.

Immediately, Lin Chuan stopped worrying about his physical wounds and instead focused on the various complex pieces of information that had been surging through his mind. After just a brief scan, Lin Chuan discovered the key to all his problems!

"I've transmigrated... and this is a world of cultivation..."

Lin Chuan said in a daze, unable to collect his thoughts for a long time.

"Transmigration is fine, but why is my body so weak? And even worse, I've transmigrated into the body of a blind man."

Lin Chuan wept silently, though he didn't even have eyeballs to shed tears with.

Just as he was thinking about whether to strangle himself to see if he could transmigrate again, Lin Chuan's hand touched something. Based on the texture, he recognized almost immediately what it was—the Fruit of the God Tree!

Although it was a knock-off prop bought online, his transmigration seemed to be caused by this very object, as the end of Lin Chuan's memory was the moment his tongue touched the Fruit of the God Tree.

Holding the Fruit of the God Tree in his hand, Lin Chuan hesitated over whether to eat it directly.

Since the transmigration started because of this, Lin Chuan was almost certain that this object must have some special properties, but the problem was, he wasn't sure if it was meant to be eaten! What if it was just a weapon?

After a long while, Lin Chuan tossed the fruit into his mouth and swallowed it, muttering incoherently, "This body is half-dead anyway, and I'm blind, so I'm probably not far from death. Might as well eat it!"

After gulping it down, Lin Chuan waited quietly, waiting for a miracle to happen. But a minute passed, and there was no miracle. Ten minutes passed, still no miracle. It wasn't until half an hour later that Lin Chuan fell into despair.

"Oh Heavens, oh Earth, why is it like this? It wasn't easy for me to transmigrate once, so why let me transmigrate into such a piece of trash? Being trash is one thing, others who transmigrate into trash can still make a comeback, but why did I have to transmigrate into a blind man!" Lin Chuan lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"God, can I transmigrate one more time?"

"Just once, ahhh!"

An hour later, Lin Chuan was completely desperate. While cursing his bad luck, he began to review the memories of the body's original owner.

He didn't have much attachment to his previous life; he had been an orphan, a loser from a second-rate university before he transmigrated, and he didn't have many friends. Transmigration might have been the best gift for him, but unfortunately, it seemed he hadn't transmigrated very well! Tears!

After finishing the memories of the original owner, Lin Chuan sighed to himself. The original owner of this body was also named Lin Chuan, and his fate was even more miserable than his own.

Although born into a large family, he was the son of his father and a maid, a person who shouldn't have existed in the first place. Furthermore, his talent for cultivation was extremely poor. In the end, because his half-brother suffered an eye injury, the family decided to gouge out his eyes for a transplant, and after the deed was done, they threw him into this place to fend for himself.

While feeling sorrow, Lin Chuan also felt an irrepressible anger deep in his heart. At this moment, he could almost be considered one and the same with the original Lin Chuan. The feelings of the former Lin Chuan were now his own; the two were no longer distinguishable. That immersive, skin-crawling pain, even if not experienced by Lin Chuan himself, now felt as if it had happened to him.

Just as Lin Chuan was about to check his memories regarding this world, clear voices suddenly came from outside the door, sounding like several children.

"I'm telling you, a new kid arrived here. He has absolutely no background, the perfect tool for cultivation."

"I used him to practice my punches and kicks last night, and the effect was surprisingly good!"

"Does this guy not resist?"

"Resist what? If he dares to resist, I'll just kill him. Anyway, the people living in this place are all orphans without parents; even if we beat him to death, no one in the family will care."

"But come to think of it, this guy is quite obedient. Every time we come over, he just curls up in the corner, never resisting!"

"Hahaha, that's why he's the best tool for practicing! But we have to be careful today. We were too heavy-handed yesterday; if we kill him, where are we going to find such a good tool again?"

"That's true, let's just hit his limbs today, don't hit his head!"

As they spoke, four children, seven or eight years old, rudely pushed the door open and entered.

Hearing the conversation between these children, Lin Chuan finally understood where the injuries on his body came from, and finally understood why the original Lin Chuan had died!

Sometimes, children can be more dark and terrifying than many adults!

Lin Chuan tried his best to stand up, or even just move his body, but he couldn't even manage such a simple action.

If he hadn't transmigrated here, this body would be a cold corpse right now; one can imagine just how terrible Lin Chuan's physical condition was.

"Yo, he really isn't dead! Great, we can practice for a long time again..."

Before the words had even faded, the four of them began to rain punches and kicks down on Lin Chuan.

The intense pain struck again. Lin Chuan looked up, wanting to see what the four looked like, only to suddenly remember that he didn't even have eyeballs.

"Hey, why isn't he curling up in the corner today?"

"He even dares to roll his eyes at us. Looks like he wasn't beaten hard enough!"

As the words fell, the four began to beat Lin Chuan with all their might. Yet, at this moment, a thought stirred in Lin Chuan's heart: I don't even have eyeballs, so how could I roll them? Can you find a lamer excuse to beat me?

However, the next moment, Lin Chuan suddenly discovered that his vision had brightened. Four children wearing luxurious robes were frantically throwing punches and kicks.

Unbeknownst to him, two eyeballs had grown into Lin Chuan's previously empty sockets. However, this pair of eyes was completely different from an ordinary person's; there were no black pupils, only white irises and white sclera—it was, in fact, the Byakugan of the Hyuga clan from Naruto!