Awakening, Reincarnated as the Phoenix God King?

Northern Tianhun Empire.

Tianshui City, City Lord's Manor.

"City Lord Ling, forgive this old man's incompetence. I truly have no cure for the young master's illness. You should seek another physician."

The old doctor sighed softly and cupped his hands toward the middle-aged man in white robes beside him.

Ling An's expression remained calm, though a trace of irrepressible exhaustion flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you for your efforts, Uncle Zhang. From here on, let our family spend some time with Tianchen."

Uncle Zhang silently bowed, said nothing further, then turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.

The moment the door shut, the girl kneeling beside the bed could no longer hold herself together. She bent over and lay across the boy's chest.

She tightly held her younger brother's slightly cold hand while her other hand gently brushed over his bloodless face. Her movements were so tender that it seemed even the slightest force might shatter the last shred of hope before her.

"Tianchen, you'll definitely pull through, won't you..."

The girl murmured to herself, her eyes brimming with tears. Her originally aloof and lovely face was now haggard, as though over the past six months, she too had gradually lost her vitality alongside her younger brother.

"Luochan, don't torment yourself so much."

Shui Wuyue gently patted her daughter's back, but the sob in her voice revealed the sorrow in her heart.

"Mother knows you can't bear to lose Tianchen, but there are some things we simply cannot change."

"Mom! Why is Heaven doing this to my brother? He isn't even six yet. He should have had a wonderful life ahead of him. This is just too..."

The blue-haired girl finally lost control of her emotions and threw herself against the beautiful woman's chest, bursting into tears.

The beautiful woman could only wrap her fully in her arms and gently smooth her hair.

This child was not even thirteen. Ever since Tianchen had fallen ill with this incurable disease, she had remained by his side to care for him. Even her once-cold little face had become so worn and haggard.

Ah, what a devoted pair of siblings. Heaven, couldn't you show mercy just once and let Tianchen wake up?

A tear slid down her face as well. The sight of mother and daughter embracing and weeping was too much for Ling An to bear. He slowly closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing once. In the end, he silently turned and walked toward the door.

Just then, the boy's lifeless finger twitched faintly. Ling Luochan, who had been holding his hand all along, sensed it at once.

Ling Luochan's body suddenly stiffened, and her grip around her brother's hand tightened abruptly.

Was that sensation just an illusion?

She immediately pulled away from her mother's embrace, her eyes fixed intently on every movement of the boy on the sickbed.

"What is it, Luochan?"

The beautiful woman asked in confusion.

"Just now, I felt Tianchen's finger twitch slightly."

"Ah, you're hallucinating again."

Ever since Ling Tianchen had contracted this strange illness half a year ago, there had been no obvious abnormalities in his body, but his mental state had worsened by the day. A month ago, he had completely lost consciousness.

His father, Ling An, had invited many physicians to treat him, including a healing-type Soul Douluo, but all of them had been helpless. As for the problem with his mind, they could not find the slightest clue.

Only the fact that Ling Tianchen would occasionally mutter in the night, drenched in sweat, proved that he was still alive.

Afterward, they investigated countless related mental illnesses, yet still found nothing. By this point, Ling An and his wife, Shui Wuyue, had both given up.

Only Ling Luochan continued tirelessly searching through materials. She had even taken nearly half a year of leave from Shrek Academy to return and care for her younger brother, so there was no doubt that her feelings were the deepest.

"It definitely wasn't!"

Ling Luochan said firmly.

Ling An also noticed the commotion. The three of them gathered around the bed, watching Ling Tianchen with hopeful anticipation.

Half a minute passed, yet the boy on the bed remained motionless, like a sleeping beauty.

Shui Wuyue gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and forced out a faint smile.

"It seems I was overthinking it."

Before her words had even faded, the boy's eyelashes on the bed suddenly trembled lightly.

Then the movement grew greater and greater. Finally, amid Ling Luochan's startled cry, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Where is this..."

A hoarse voice came from Ling Tianchen's mouth.

"This is your room, Tianchen! You're finally awake. Do you know how worried we've been?"

Ling Luochan wept with joy and, almost instinctively, threw her arms tightly around him. Her body trembled slightly with excitement.

Ling Tianchen was a little dazed by this sudden display of affection.

Before he could even think about who this blue-haired girl in front of him was, he felt the warmth against his forehead and the girl's softly trembling body.

It seemed someone had been worrying about him for a long time.

He instinctively tried to swallow, only to find his throat painfully dry. He could not swallow at all and could only force out a few words with difficulty.

"Water... I need water..."

Broken, intermittent words slipped from between his slightly parted lips.

"Luochan, you were too hasty. Tianchen just woke up, and his body is still weak."

Shui Wuyue pulled Ling Luochan away gently, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, though her expression was somewhat strange.

"I-I was just too excited."

A blush rose to Ling Luochan's lovely face as she offered a quiet defense. Then she hurriedly got up, poured a cup of warm water from the table, carefully helped Ling Tianchen sit up, and slowly brought the water to his lips.

The sweet, clear water flowed down his throat like rain after a long drought.

As feeling gradually returned to his body, Ling Tianchen's muddled thoughts swiftly cleared, and what had happened before surfaced in his mind.

That's right.

He was a transmigrator.

In his previous life, he had stayed up night after night watching the Cologne Major, from Green Dragon's narrow victory over G2 in the M Garbage super overtime, to Falcons defeating Green Dragon, and finally to Panthers winning the championship.

Niko, whom countless people had mocked as a choker, had finally lifted the Major championship trophy he had dreamed of.

After his pre-match comments trolling Niko were arrested by the time police, he had no choice but to quickly leave a comment: "I'll never troll again."

Yet when Niko really won the championship, his blood still ran hot with excitement. After all, people loved tragic heroes, and after trolling him for so long, he had even grown attached. Who should he troll next?

He stood up to use the restroom, but his vision suddenly went dark, his lips turned purple, and his heart felt as though it were about to burst out of his chest.

In the end, he actually triggered the same kind of cardiac arrest as Zhang Xuefeng, losing consciousness on the spot and crashing headfirst into the floor.

He had thought his life had ended there.

Who would have thought that when he regained consciousness, he had become the Phoenix God King, grievously wounded and on the verge of falling at the hands of the Dragon God.

What kind of hellish opening was this?!

Where was his system? Where was his cheat?

Yet before he could recover from the shock, the Dragon God's world-destroying blow came crashing down on him.

The already severely injured Phoenix God King had not even figured out what was going on, much less taken any effective countermeasures. He was directly slapped into fragments that filled the sky.