A Strange Delirium

In a villa in Proud Arrival City, on the Douluo Continent.

"Ah!"

A low, hoarse roar suddenly tore through the silence, carrying extreme pain and a sense of suffocation, as if someone had clamped their hand around his throat, forcing out a pained cry.

The youth on the bed bolted upright, his handsome face pale as paper, drained of all color.

Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, sliding down his temples and soaking the stray locks of hair across his brow.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, much like a man drowning.

After a long while, his rapid breathing finally began to steady.

The youth raised a hand, his fingertips gently brushing his cold forehead to wipe away the sweat, and he muttered to himself.

"One thousand and eight hundred times... this time, I finally heard one sentence clearly."

He rolled out of bed in silence, his movements agile yet carrying a trace of imperceptible exhaustion.

He walked step by step to the desk by the window, sat down slowly, and took a deep breath of the sweltering summer night air.

It was the height of summer, and the night held not a shred of coolness; the heat was stifling, with only the cicadas outside the window making a racket.

The youth sat quietly, but his gaze drifted involuntarily toward the heavy night sky outside; the sky was ink-black, and the stars were all hidden.

His heart was filled with an irrepressible melancholy and confusion.

The youth's name was Lin Qingzhou, and he did not belong to this world.

He had been an ordinary university student on Blue Star, a lonely soul his entire life, an orphan without any attachments.

That day, while kindly helping an old lady across the street, he had unexpectedly collided head-on with the legendary Supreme Imperial Weapon, Great Fortune.

The power of such an "Imperial Weapon" was terrifying; in the blink of an eye, his physical body had been annihilated, and he had perished.

To put it plainly, the protagonist had been ground into a pile of pulp, impossible to scrape off the ground.

Reflecting on his past life, Lin Qingzhou felt no great attachments, only deep guilt.

He had been supported by the state since childhood, which allowed him to successfully enter university, yet he had never had the chance to repay his country before this sudden accident swept him into this strange, alien world.

One must know that the Lin Qingzhou of his past life was a model youth of the new era, yet now he found himself in a foreign land.

Rubbing his brow in irritation, Lin Qingzhou stood up and gently pulled open the drawer beside him, moving with extreme caution as if handling a rare treasure, and took out a leather-bound notebook.

He slowly opened the leather notebook, and what met his eyes was dense, handwritten Chinese; this was all the secrets Lin Qingzhou had recorded over this period.

This was a record of all the whispers Lin Qingzhou had heard during this time.

A simple glance was enough to bring past memories flooding back.

It's already been so many days, I'm truly at my wit's end. When will these days ever end?

Complaints aside, he still subconsciously looked left and right; the wind outside the window was still noisy, but there was no other sound in the room besides the cicadas. After confirming that no one was around, Lin Qingzhou finally set his mind at ease and continued reading.

Then, gripping his pen, he solemnly wrote the sentence he had heard clearly in his dream on the last page of the notebook.

"I am the end, I am the natural disaster."

The moment he finished writing, Lin Qingzhou's brows locked tight, his eyes filled with confusion and distress.

He racked his brains, yet he could not fathom where this abrupt and eerie sentence had come from, or what deep meaning it might hide.

In this life, he was once again an orphan.

His parents had been killed by an Evil Soul Master when he was young, leaving behind only this villa and a sum of assets. Because he was too young at the time, the Federation had held the property in trust until he was confirmed to have the ability to live independently, at which point it was returned in full.

It must be said that the Federation had acted quite properly in this regard, without a single instance of property encroachment, finally giving him a place to settle down in this strange world.

When he first transmigrated, Lin Qingzhou did not understand the language of this world.

But as a university student from Blue Star, his intellect and learning ability were still at their peak.

It didn't take long for him to master the common language of the Douluo Continent.

It was precisely then that he was shocked to discover that he had not transmigrated to an ordinary world, but to the world of the novel he had once read: Douluo Continent.

"The Supreme Imperial Weapon Great Fortune actually has the power to cross the river of time and shuttle through the heavens? If that's the case, why was I dreaming about transmigration? Shouldn't I have just found a Great Fortune to run me over sooner?"

Lin Qingzhou muttered to himself in helpless frustration, though a few glints of light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an irrepressible arc.

Transmigrating to another world and making a name for oneself was the dream of countless youths; who wouldn't want to step into an alien world, possess supreme power, and transcend the mundane?

Although the cultivation system of the Douluo Continent was more like the leveling mode of an online game—requiring diligent cultivation and the hunting of Soul Beasts to absorb Soul Rings to break through—it was completely different from the legendary immortal cultivation. Even if the world-building of Douluo was often criticized online, it was far beyond what Blue Star could offer, because here, there was a real chance to touch upon eternal life and ascend to the God Realm.

After all, it was easy to talk trash online, but in reality, who wouldn't want to be like Tang San, flashing their Soul Rings to show off?

But this longing was completely shattered three years later at the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony.

As the light of the magic circle faded, Lin Qingzhou stood where he was, dumbfounded, his mind roaring and buzzing.

The discussions of his peers and the sighs of the mentors were all blocked out; he only knew one clear fact.

He had not awakened a Martial Soul.

For this day, he had long since repeatedly verified the timeline, and upon learning he was in Proud Arrival City, he had even specifically investigated to discover that he was the same age as Tang Wulin.

He knew clearly that in this era, Evil Soul Masters ran rampant and the Abyss Plane eyed the world covetously, leaving the entire Douluo Continent in a precarious state, teetering on the brink of collapse.

It could be said that if he were an ordinary person, Lin Qingzhou's next plan would be to hurry off to a more remote city.

Moreover, he would have to stay far away from the Far North, as that was where the Abyss Plane would first emerge.

As a transmigrator, Lin Qingzhou had once harbored grand ambitions, wanting to stir up the winds and clouds on this continent, to step onto the peak and become a god looking down upon all living beings from above the nine heavens.

But reality dealt Lin Qingzhou the cruelest of blows.

Having no Martial Soul meant he didn't even possess the qualifications to step onto the path of a Soul Master; for his entire life, he could only be a mediocre, ordinary person.

After the awakening ceremony ended, Lin Qingzhou took the initiative to apply to live alone, successfully collected the entire inheritance left behind by his parents, and moved into this villa in Proud Arrival City.

Regarding his failure to become a Soul Master, Lin Qingzhou didn't have too many regrets, only a sense of helplessness; after all, in this world, the status of an ordinary person was truly too low.

And even with the Protection Act for Ordinary People, if a Soul Master wanted to kill you, wasn't it just a matter of a single word?

Having a sword and choosing not to use it is one thing, but having no sword at all is another.

Lin Qingzhou had roughly estimated that if he lived frugally, these assets would be enough for him to live securely until he was eighteen.

He had thought his remaining life would pass by in such a dull fashion, but a bizarre turn of events descended once again.

Since the day of his Martial Soul awakening, every single night, Lin Qingzhou's spiritual body would be forcibly dragged by an invisible force into a mysterious battlefield.

What a terrifying realm that was!

The corpses of monstrous beasts lay strewn across the fields, stretching as far as the eye could see; the remains of giant dragons, ancient gods, and alien races were scattered everywhere.

Even though they had been dead for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, the lingering aura was still terrifyingly peerless; a single wisp of it could easily kill him in an instant.

What was even more frightening was that the battlefield was filled with the remnants of world-destroying shockwaves; every time he stepped inside, he would be instantly torn apart and crushed by these violent forces, experiencing endless agony.

Yet, strangely, Lin Qingzhou would never truly die; whenever death arrived, he would be reborn on the spot, repeating the cycle over and over, enduring endless torture.

At the same time, every time Lin Qingzhou died, countless blurry murmurs, roars, and whispers would echo in his mind at every moment, causing his head to ache as if it were splitting and his spirit to verge on collapse.

Lin Qingzhou had lost count of how many times he had cursed the heavens and their ancestors down to the eighteenth generation.