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Before transmigrating, he had been human. Now, he was a demon.

Zhang Teng was deeply melancholy.

Technology, magic, and immortal cultivation were all the same.

Strip away the surface, and the laws of survival were fundamentally similar.

—The fittest survived.

—The strong were revered.

Before transmigrating, he had been a loser among humans. After transmigrating, he was a minor demon among demons.

As a human loser, he could at least hide behind an internet connection, wield a keyboard as a weapon, and pretend to be some great figure commanding the winds and clouds.

But this was a world where strength was laid bare.

If you courted death, you died.

Since someone had inexplicably sent him from one world to another, couldn't they at least give him some benefits?

For example, starting with god-tier gear and reaching level 99 with one slash?

At this moment.

He spread out his palm and circulated his meager demonic power.

Tender green shoots emerged from Zhang Teng's fingertips, rapidly growing into five vines as thick as chopsticks. Under Zhang Teng's control, they twisted into a hammock pointed at both ends, then hung from the branches of two neighboring trees.

His original body had been a vine spirit. This was the innate ability Zhang Teng had inherited after his soul transmigrated.

But it was more or less the limit of his abilities.

Pathetically weak.

Zhang Teng leaped onto the hammock and gazed into the endless Dragon-Subduing Mountains.

The distant mountains were vast and hazy, wreathed in clouds and mist.

Every so often, shrill cries and the furious roars of beasts echoed through them.

At first.

Zhang Teng had been so frightened that he could not sleep soundly for days, waking from nightmares again and again.

Had he seen the shadows of beasts?

Were demons attacking?

Were