Kidnapping? The Fusion of Memories

"Y-your hands—" Chen Wuming stared at the old man's hands in shock. They were tightly bound by a thick iron chain! "Huh? Wait—" As if remembering something, Chen Wuming immediately lowered his head and looked at his own hands.

Sure enough, his hands were also restrained by an iron chain. The long chain had been wrapped around his hands several times, binding them tightly!

The only difference between the two was probably that the chain binding him was much thinner...

Looking around again, the others in the cramped space were just as he had expected. Like himself and the old man, nearly all of them had their hands firmly bound by chains. Some even had their feet tied up as well! He had probably failed to notice earlier because the water had left him dazed.

Compared to the others, Chen Wuming was undoubtedly being treated much better. After all, his feet were not tied up. Yet he could not smile at all, because he had discovered a serious problem! That was—his body had changed?!!

No! It had not changed! After carefully examining his current body, Chen Wuming firmly told himself this in his heart!

With a bitter smile, Chen Wuming could not help sighing inwardly. Or rather, strictly speaking, this was not his original body at all, was it?! When he had examined himself just now, he had discovered that the birthmark on his shoulder had disappeared! The scar on his chest from a car accident when he was young had disappeared too?!

Refusing to believe it, Chen Wuming examined his body again. Yet no matter how many times he checked, he could not find any trace of his birthmark or scar!! It was as if they had vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind.

Of course, they could not have simply vanished into thin air. Even if they really had, how could that explain his current body? Thinking about his now-childish body, Chen Wuming finally reached a conclusion that left him utterly speechless and miserable—he seemed to have transmigrated?

The reason he felt miserable was that he had never imagined he would not only choke to death while drinking, but would ultimately transmigrate because he had choked while drinking too?! What the hell~ Was fate really going to mess with him like this? If he had known, he would have just choked himself to death drinking from the start! Then there would not have been so many ridiculous incidents afterward. Thinking of all the stupid things he had once done in order to transmigrate, Chen Wuming was speechless for a long while. Hm? Wait—

Could this be the legendary soul transmigration?!

With that thought, Chen Wuming struggled to raise his bound hands and felt the long hair on his head. He sighed helplessly. If this was not soul transmigration, why else would he have such long hair? He had never had a habit of growing his hair out...

Thinking this, he casually plucked one out. Mm, at least it was black! Tilting his head, Chen Wuming stared at the strand in his hand and thought with some relief. It was not that he had a particular fondness for black; he simply could not imagine himself with hair of any other color. Brown hair, close to black, would be fine, but blond, red, or white hair would just feel strange no matter how he looked at it...

For example, if he had to walk around with a glittering golden head of hair like a gold bar, would that not be far too conspicuous?! Anyone who did not know better would think he was some street punk! Though he personally did like gold bars...

Red and white were even more unacceptable! Red was even more eye-catching and suited women better, so there was no need to elaborate. As for white, it made him look like an old man! Anyone who saw him would think Uncle Nameless had gone gray before his time...

And if it was the most tragic color of all—green! There was nothing more to say. He might as well kill himself without explanation...

So all things considered, Chen Wuming still preferred his original black hair! For no other reason than, ahem, safety...

He seemed to have gone off on a tangent. After discovering that his hair color was not as unbearably terrible as he had imagined, Chen Wuming began focusing on his current identity! Or rather, the identity of this body's former owner!

The instant that thought emerged, countless torrents of memories suddenly erupted in his mind! With a muffled boom in his head, Chen Wuming rolled his eyes back and decisively fainted again...

Within the vast white sea of consciousness, Chen Wuming blankly watched the images flashing continuously before him. Without exception, they were all shown from a first-person perspective, seemingly recounting someone's life? Although he could not see the protagonist's face due to the first-person viewpoint, Chen Wuming still had a feeling—that these scenes were the experiences of this body's former owner!

There was no basis for that thought, yet he believed it completely! It felt like instinct—ethereal, yet incomparably accurate!

Perhaps these are my original memories?

Suddenly, such a strange thought arose in Chen Wuming's heart. It frightened him so badly that he hurriedly shook his head, trying to drive it from his mind. Yet to his horror, once that strange thought appeared, it seemed to take root and rapidly grow within his mind! In only a moment, it had filled his entire consciousness!

Oh! So this was my life! Chen Wuming suddenly lamented inwardly.

No! That's not right! A faint struggle flashed through the depths of his heart, and Chen Wuming's consciousness abruptly cleared a little. Remembering everything he had experienced before his death, his mind grew clearer and clearer. Then he could not help roaring hoarsely in his heart, This is not my life! I'm a great man who vowed to conquer every beautiful woman in the world! How could I possibly have lived such a pathetic, stifled life?! So I am definitely not this magical failure named Achill!!! If it were me, I would make everyone who dared mock me tremble helplessly beneath my pressure! If—if it were me—

Thinking of this, Chen Wuming roared proudly in his heart:

I will make the Zanpakutō from Bleach the only weapon of my Requip Magic!!!

Opening his eyes, Chen Wuming's gaze was incomparably calm.

"What happened, young man?" The old man looked at the newly awakened Chen Wuming and asked anxiously. Chen Wuming's sudden collapse had truly given him a fright! No matter how he shouted, there had been no sign of him waking up! Fortunately, Chen Wuming had suddenly regained consciousness on his own not long afterward. Otherwise, no matter how afraid he was of those people, the old man would have had no choice but to steel himself and call the mages who had brought them here for help!

It had to be said that the old man was quite kind-hearted.

"What exactly happened to you just now?" Remembering Chen Wuming's sudden collapse, the old man could not help voicing his doubts.

"It was nothing. An old problem..." Chen Wuming's heart warmed at the old man's concern. He immediately shook his head slightly and explained with a smile.

Of course, he was telling a huge lie. But his situation truly was not something he could explain to anyone else, so he could only offer a well-intentioned lie.

"Oh, then you should get some proper rest. Although we've been kidnapped by evil mages, your health is still the most important thing!" The old man did not doubt him. He immediately shifted aside with effort, clearing a space for Chen Wuming to lie down and rest.

Seeing this, Chen Wuming did not refuse. Aside from giving the old man a grateful smile, he simply lay down. After being submerged in water, his body was still extremely weak. Besides, there were some thoughts in his mind that he needed to sort through.

The old man smiled faintly and said nothing. He drew up his legs against the wall and began dozing off. It was worth mentioning that, like Chen Wuming, the old man's feet were not bound by chains either. Perhaps the two mages who had captured them had seen only an old man and a child, so they had not bothered adding more chains?

Although his body was exhausted, and the fusion of memories had left him mentally weary as well, Chen Wuming felt no sleepiness whatsoever. He merely lay there quietly, silently processing this bizarre experience.

My real name is Chen Wuming! I'm a typical shut-in from Earth! My greatest hobby was reading Bleach! I once had a great ambition—to transmigrate into the world of Bleach and conquer every beautiful woman in it!!

I had also attempted transmigration countless times, yet every attempt had failed without exception!

Who would have thought that, because of one random joke I made in self-mockery, I would really damn well transmigrate into another world?!! But it wasn't the Bleach world I had dreamed of. As for what kind of world this was, I had no idea yet...

Mm, but fortunately! Although this tragic guy Achill, whose body I entered, was a bit of a failure, he seemed to have left me something useful—his memories! From the memories left behind by this body's former owner, Achill, I learned that the world I had transmigrated into seemed to be a world of magic?! Mm, just like those described in the vast majority of transmigration stories.

But if there was any difference, it was probably that there was no such thing as battle aura here?

This was a world that suited my tastes quite well, one centered around magic! And as a rare transmigrator, I, Chen Wuming, would surely rise to greatness in this magical world someday!

Definitely!!!

As he thought, unable to suppress the exhaustion of his body and mind any longer, Chen Wuming finally sank into a deep sleep.